Scouting Party

Like ragdolls, our bodies went flying under the combined weight of the attacks.

Feather projectiles, magic breaths, and every manner of offensive capability these beasts possess was thrown at us.

Tumbling across the desert floor, we collided continuously against the barren earth, but I made sure to soften the blows considerably.

Feigning weakness and vulnerability, I allowed myself to look injured and took the time to check both myself and Jonas for any injuries.

I scoured for the smell of fresh blood or the sound of breaking bones or the tearing of skin. I kept my senses fine-tuned to detect the smallest of details that might show any sign of injury, but there were none.

Not on my body, nor Jonas’s.

Taking my attention away from inspecting our bodies for injuries, I heard loud aggressive shrieks, and perceived that the beasts were flying our way in order to finish the job

‘Alright, enough role play...’