[Erenville didn't get far. He only managed to the wall he had created, leaning heavily against it and sliding down to his knees. His hand was pressed hard to his side, but the blood was still coming. His other arm was no better, burnt deeply and the cloth practically melted into his skin.
He was shaking hard, breathing heavily. Had he ever been this injured before? He couldn't recall.]
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He was shaking hard, breathing heavily. Had he ever been this injured before? He couldn't recall.]