<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RHohR16.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lyn Starcaterus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14119042#msg14119042)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Sky Blue 0/3.<br/><strong>Charge:</strong>9/10<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest near the now-collapsed cliff<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Azuri, Masque, Robin<strong>Mention:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It was probably a good thing that Lyn was out of it while he was skipped across the forest floor like a well-thrown stone. His body vaguely registered the jostling, the thumping, and that bludgeoning pain as it lanced through him, but it was fortunately subdued. Sort of. It was enough to pull another groan from him as he finally came to a halt. He was certainly going to regret his theatrical heroics in the morning. And for a couple of weeks afterwards, at least.<br/><br/>A voice echoed in the foggy confines of his awareness, sounding quite close. It was followed up by a light patting on his face. His nose twitched in response, and it did seem to help rouse him. Slightly. By the time he heard a couple of other voices, more distant, adding to the chorus and felt that weight on his chest that he hadn't realized was present leaving him, he was starting to grow a little more aware. He released yet another grunting groan of regret as one of his eyes cracked open.<br/><br/>That came across as a poor decision to him, judging by how his body cried out in protest at him. Maybe he should just head back to unconsciousness. It was nice. He didn't have to worry about broken bones and concussions and the possibility that the Death Stalkers were still alive and that he had no idea where his axe was. All the same, he couldn't be lounging about forever. He had a trial to pass and other hunters to show up.<br/><br/>"I'm alive..." The young man called out softly in a confident voice that was filled with a bit too much false bravado and surprise to be considered healthy. "I need a minute... Urk... Gotta let everybody catch up with me." Smooth. Surely the others would believe that he was lying around for their benefit, rather than the benefit of his battered body.