#[mercer's last words lit just being like thanks buddy]
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"Mercer!" A scream ripped through Signe as she watched him take a blow from a sword meant for her. Red clouded her vision as he fell to the ground. "YOL TOOR SHUL!" Shouting at the man his body engulfed in flames as she dropped to her knees beside Mercer. "H-how could you be so stupid." She scolded as her sight began to blur from tears. There was so much blood. A shaky hand hovered over the deep wound. "I'll just heal it. You'll be fine." Wiping away tears she began trying to heal him.
fatal blow || accepting!
There’s a snap of a harsh eyes towards her, a snarl parting his lips despite the immense amount of pain he’s in. He keeps one hand pressed over the wound, trying his best to staunch the blood flow. “Gods– damn it!” he growls out, almost instinctively flinching away from her hand. He fumbles, for a moment, at the pouches at his hip with his free hand, hoping to grab an extra healing potion.
( unfortunately, he’d already used them all. )
There’s a hiss from between clenched teeth, a low snarl escaping his throat as he fights off unconsciousness.
“You should be lucky it was me on the receiving end of the weapon and not you, Signe,” he snaps. He moves too quickly in his haste to get up that he just makes the wound worse, and he nearly collapses. “The world needs you, doesn’t it? You’re of more use to them alive, being Dragonborn.” ( “they need you more than me,” are the words that go unspoken. )
He tries to prop himself up on one arm, and he succeeds for a few moments before the blood loss causes him to hit the ground.
“Don’t worry about me. We– we got them all, at least. They won’t be- won’t be calling for reinforcements. So just… go. Get out of here. Leave me behind; I’m not– worth the trouble of dragging around. Especially as a corpse.”
He does manage a glance up at her tear-stained face, and for a short moment, his expression softens.
“… sorry I won’t be around to witness you saving the world from the dragons.” Silence for several beats, before he speaks up again. “Give ‘em hell, Signe.”
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