No Crying Over Burnt Bread Jan 16, 2020 0:17:01 GMT -5
Post by Flame on Jan 16, 2020 0:17:01 GMT -5
Pierre #23 / Ori #17
The baker pushed towards the shoreline with each step forcing more exertion out of him as he stepped and probably worsened the wound in his belly. He bit down on his lip as he forced himself forward all the same. With each step he rose a bit more out of the water. His clothes dragged along with him as he did. Pierre paused as a question was thrown his way glancing over towards Tomoe and then forward of him to the shore. Then onto Ori who was still pressed against the ground and seemed to be breathing heavily.
"Nahh, I'm good. Gonna get to shore, if they shoot then, well you know what to do." Pierre said as he trundled forward against splashing through the surf that was below his knees now. Stepping now onto the rocky beach he glanced over at Ori who was still tilted over arms and knees pressed against the ground. "It does not look like she'll be coming either." He called back towards the woman holding the marine hostage.
Below him Ori's eyes were still bulging, her limbs were unsteadily holding her above the incoming water as it splashed against her un-wounded side washing across at this point what were somewhat bruised knees and elbows before sliding back down the beach. It stung still, the wounds were open and slowly dripping lava onto her side. Thankfully the soaked level of her hoodie had been keeping it from lighting itself on fire at just this moment.
Slowly she found the pain was fading, so she pushed herself onto her knees sitting up for a moment. She opened her eyes and breathed before closing them she was ... the confusion welled up but she found herself in a melancholy for the moment as the pain in her side was beginning to fade, the lava cauterizing her wound slightly. She looked up coming eye to eye with the baker. "I'm fine thank you very much." She glanced over to where standing before a group of marines the woman was holding the ensign hostage in what looked to be kind of deep water.
"I think i'd prefer to stay on the shore though." She said as her head turned to notice the dozen or so marines raising rifles in her directions. She was less sure then, but didn't change her response.