Post by Lord Bromosalino on Dec 20, 2012 13:48:34 GMT -5
No, whatever she might say, she had saved his life ten times over. Right now, Isaac Saifer was on the brink of death; his energy had been sapped, his leg refused to move, and his body was soaked to the core. He could feel that, as every second went by, he was growing weaker and weaker. It was an absolute shock to the Navy Officer that this female had recovered enough strength to not only carry herself, despite what she had just gone through, but him as well; all six feet of him, that was. She really was amazing, wasn’t she? The Ensign made it a point to really get to know her in the next few days. Of course, that was only if they would make it out alive. Commodore Thor had been fighting on hell of a battle, one that was continuing and only rising in intensity. Even though Isaac only managed to see part of the battle, his eyes were able to easily deduct that their foe was no ordinary man. But, of course, their Commodore, too, was no ordinary man. The lanky Navy officer would have to leave the fight in Thor’s capable hands.
Even if he had the willpower to fight, his body would simply not respond. His overexertion throughout the last few days coupled with this heavy rained had taken its toll on the poor Ensign’s body. Two old war wounds had returned to wrack and give further grievance upon Isaac’s already bruised and battered body. The shoulder wound, received from a pirate’s cutlass, that he had gotten from the War of Winchester Island had reopened as the stitching had been torn apart, allowing the cold wind and rain to seep inside. However, his injury from their previous adventure in Rougetown was by far the more grievous of the two wounds. A giant mallet wielded by an even larger Fishman had slammed into him, shattering his left leg. And though Isaac Saifer should have remained in bed a few more days, the tall Navy man wasn’t one for lying about while others were taking steps to increase their strength; and even more so now with this battle upon them. It would seem, then, that Isaac was really a broken mess right now, something that even Cerberus could see and notice. Carried on one side by his fellow comrade-in-arms, the giant, wet, black dog was leaning against Isaac’s left leg, trying to keep the mangled leg from crumbling under its own weight. Isaac would need to get inside, and get medical attention, quickly.
As the trio moved along the deck of the vessel, Isaac caught one final glance of the two colossal men, their battle becoming even more heated, quite literally. Like some plasma or similar substance, Commodore Thor’s body was expelling an amazing amount of heat, giving him an edge over his even larger opponent. There was no doubt, in Isaac’s mind, that Commodore Thor would win this fight; no doubt at all. He was Commodore Thor! There was no way that he would let his men, and women, fall to the hands of a misguided fool. That was who the Commodore was!
Passing through the doorway that led to the inside of the ship, Isaac’s leg finally gave way, an audible snap could be heard as the Officer crashed to one side as he barely kept himself up against the steel walls of the ship. Blood continued to pour from his shoulder, his leg had snapped, and his black hair hung over his face. Isaac really was done. His panting breathe was the only sound that he could manage to utter. And despite the worried look of Cerberus, who now stood even closer to his friend and partner, they both knew that Isaac had pushed himself too far this time. Too far, indeed.
Even if he had the willpower to fight, his body would simply not respond. His overexertion throughout the last few days coupled with this heavy rained had taken its toll on the poor Ensign’s body. Two old war wounds had returned to wrack and give further grievance upon Isaac’s already bruised and battered body. The shoulder wound, received from a pirate’s cutlass, that he had gotten from the War of Winchester Island had reopened as the stitching had been torn apart, allowing the cold wind and rain to seep inside. However, his injury from their previous adventure in Rougetown was by far the more grievous of the two wounds. A giant mallet wielded by an even larger Fishman had slammed into him, shattering his left leg. And though Isaac Saifer should have remained in bed a few more days, the tall Navy man wasn’t one for lying about while others were taking steps to increase their strength; and even more so now with this battle upon them. It would seem, then, that Isaac was really a broken mess right now, something that even Cerberus could see and notice. Carried on one side by his fellow comrade-in-arms, the giant, wet, black dog was leaning against Isaac’s left leg, trying to keep the mangled leg from crumbling under its own weight. Isaac would need to get inside, and get medical attention, quickly.
As the trio moved along the deck of the vessel, Isaac caught one final glance of the two colossal men, their battle becoming even more heated, quite literally. Like some plasma or similar substance, Commodore Thor’s body was expelling an amazing amount of heat, giving him an edge over his even larger opponent. There was no doubt, in Isaac’s mind, that Commodore Thor would win this fight; no doubt at all. He was Commodore Thor! There was no way that he would let his men, and women, fall to the hands of a misguided fool. That was who the Commodore was!
Passing through the doorway that led to the inside of the ship, Isaac’s leg finally gave way, an audible snap could be heard as the Officer crashed to one side as he barely kept himself up against the steel walls of the ship. Blood continued to pour from his shoulder, his leg had snapped, and his black hair hung over his face. Isaac really was done. His panting breathe was the only sound that he could manage to utter. And despite the worried look of Cerberus, who now stood even closer to his friend and partner, they both knew that Isaac had pushed himself too far this time. Too far, indeed.