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#a previously full healthed wigfrid (when not attacked by shadow creatures spurred on by such an event)
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❝ don’t lean back. you’ll choke. lean forward. ❞
... She had at the very least attempted to obey... But as she brought her body forward some, she'd begun to lose her balance a bit- even if she'd already been at a kneel. It hadn't been as though she was at risk of falling over...
And yet the world doubled, tripled around her- spinning and shaking and making her want to hurl... Of course, the taste of blood hadn't been helping.
She did damn near choke, in fact, even as she brought her forehead down to press firmly against the ground beneath her feet- not even caring when her broken helmet came tumbling from off of her head as she did so... Every stiffed cough sent another horrid jolt of pain through her body, coating the ground a further red as she allowed blood and saliva to flow aimlessly from her mouth.
She clutched to him... To... To some part of him- some part of his suit, damn near tearing it in the process... It didn't seem she'd fully processed who it was who'd come to her aid. Even now.
Wigfrid couldn't really bring herself to speak... Not as though she'd been in much of a position to even if she could. Nothing fell from her mouth but chokes and whimpers and blood...
Not exactly becoming of a Valkyrie, was it?
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