[Albel supposed it was to be expected, giving his fighting style usually left him hunched over in some manner at any given time. Injuries were to be expected, it was how you learned, a fact he was intimately familiar with. That being said, having one of the infernal wings he had been cursed with damaged was in competition with becoming the most painful thing he had experienced in his life.]
[The injury hadn't been much, with only the edge of a wing getting clipped, but it was enough that he had to rely on pure adrenaline to slaughter the creature that attacked him, and left him stumbling for a tree to lean against. The pain left him disoriented, and the wing hung low, like it was just hanging off a hinge.]
[Still he was too stubborn and prideful to yell for help. Instead, he stumbled along the forest path, reaching out to use the trees to help keep balance; if he could at least get to somewhere he could be treated, then he wouldn't have to worry about the nagging he would no doubt get by the time he had stumbled into the clinac.]
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[The injury hadn't been much, with only the edge of a wing getting clipped, but it was enough that he had to rely on pure adrenaline to slaughter the creature that attacked him, and left him stumbling for a tree to lean against. The pain left him disoriented, and the wing hung low, like it was just hanging off a hinge.]
[Still he was too stubborn and prideful to yell for help. Instead, he stumbled along the forest path, reaching out to use the trees to help keep balance; if he could at least get to somewhere he could be treated, then he wouldn't have to worry about the nagging he would no doubt get by the time he had stumbled into the clinac.]