Raycre Village (Roleplay)

I finally make it there.
I try to bash Wolf--no, the creature occupying Wolf's body--off of Cindra.
I catch her off guard, throwing her to the ground, at least for a second.
 
As I wake up, I climb to my feet. I wearily take out the hatchet from my bag, and stand in a fighting position, shaking off the pain.
 
My hands are wet and bloody.
My chest is on fire.
So much pain again.
So much.
Then more black.
 
I slash at Wolf with my hatchet, hoping to hit, as my left eye was destroyed in the attack.
 
(Seriously, if you have to say something, say it in the mafia thread. No need to stalk what other stuff I post. Jeez.)
 
I yelp loudly, collapsing to the ground from being hit in the right leg with a hatchet.
No! Why... Damnit, I'm seriously not fast enough.
I lick the grass in front of my face, muttering yelps every now and again.
 
(Fat Wolf. .-.)

- - - Post Merge - - -

I try to get up, only to collapse again. I won't be getting up for a while, I may even die for what I've done to them.
Outcast is what they'd say.
I don't want to die.. Ergh...
 
I roll over onto my back, and stare at the stars. I moan a painful noise, and start to chant.

"Malum enim, ardere..." I mutter. Suddenly, the bloody hatchet at my side sparks up and catches fire.
 
I grunt, slowly getting up and trying to stay up. It takes a lot of energy to do so though.
I limp off, trying to get away. I know it won't work, it's my only hope now.
 
I try to open my eyes.

"Jay.." I whisper weakly.

(Just assume that she is half-conscious.)
 
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