[ God, but he's glad he's taken off his robes for this. How many battles has he seen completely ruin them? And that was when stopping by the Prontera Church for a new set was still an option. He slams his eyes shut, fingers digging into the ground, and forces his mind to mundane things.
His robes might end up with sap on them, at worst— metal tearing skin— but that's better than blood. His pants may well be ruined, though— searing pain, spasming muscles— he should probably find a tailor, it's inevitable that he'll run into a battle without a chance to protect his robes.
A little while longer, is the thought he allows himself. Just a little more, and he'll heal himself. ]
yep no icons for this. SIGH.
His robes might end up with sap on them, at worst— metal tearing skin— but that's better than blood. His pants may well be ruined, though— searing pain, spasming muscles— he should probably find a tailor, it's inevitable that he'll run into a battle without a chance to protect his robes.
A little while longer, is the thought he allows himself. Just a little more, and he'll heal himself. ]