Aryn's eyes fluttered as he began to be dragged towards the dorm's doors. "It's... closet!! Closet!!" He shouted out as one of his arms reached over to cling to his still bleeding chest. After the jerky stop that resulted from one less puller, Aryn's eyes snapped open.<em>"Where... what the... is that the fucking SKY? ... Oh shit I'm still alive. <strong>The others!</strong>"</em>As everything came back to him he sprung to his feet, only to feel all the pain in his chest flood over him, threatening to send him right back to the ground again, but somehow he kept his balance even if he was halfway doubled over in pain. Slowly, he pulled himself upright. Breathing hard, he took one step forward.<br/><br/>"Guys, someone. Go into my room. In the closet on the left..." He stopped for just a moment to catch his breath. "There is a bokun. It conceals a real sword, full tang and battle ready. Please retrieve it. Everyone should go inside..." Although the flow of blood had slowed since the initial wound, his trousers were taking on a darker hue around the waistline.<br/><br/>He looked around for a few moments, concern slowly weaving into his face. "Wait... where the hell is Kari...?" He took in the new ... shadow? This seemed off. Kari wouldn't have left them. This was all too much. Something crashed in Aryn's head, and all of his barriers about what could and couldn't be crumbled into dust. He met the eyes of this figure of darkness, seeking an identity. It was unlikely, but so was every damn fucking stupid thing that had happened in the last twenty minutes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, which had a short chain attached to it. "I swear, by everything I've ever considered sacred, I will not allow harm to come to those who dwell in this dorm so long as I can draw breath."<br/><br/>Gripping the chain like a garrote, Aryn readied himself to spend the last of his life fighting.