[center][h1]Drasinian[/h1][/center]

Drasinian cursed as the boy prepped a large attack, opening pockets around him to pull out a multitude of shields to protect himself. However, the wall proved only marginal help against the onslaught, mixed with his current resistance, it allowed him to survive the attack. Not without a scratch, however, as the cloud of dust the attack created faded away, Deasinian would be left standing with several puncture wounds covering his body, not deep enough to be fatal, but more than enough to make it so that he wouldn't be able to fight at full strength for awhile. Cursing under his breath, he slowly began to make his way over to the boy's still form, wanting nothing more than too cut his head from his shoulders.

Sadly, that wasn't what fate intended, as he heard someone approaching the area, and given the events to transpire tonight, it'd be best if he wasn't around to meet them. He was in no shape to fight anyone right now. With a final glare in the boy's direction, he jumped from the building, summoning some of his remaining shields to help him ease his way down. Once he had made it to the ground, he quickly hobbled away, having a rift follow behind him to suck any blood that spilled from his wounds. He'd continue to take the back streets of the city before he made his way to a small, derelict building that seemed abandoned. 

Breaking in was easy enough, though his wounds made it much harder than it should've been, his mind getting woozy from blood loss. He quickly summoned some medical supplies, like gauze and what not, to patch himself up as best as he could, and while his addled mental state meant that it wasn't much better than a patch job, it'd have to do for now. Once he'd gotten as fixed up as he could get, he laid on the ground and put all his remaing focus into making a pocket dimension for him to rest and recuperate in. It took about 20 minutes to form, but once it did, he felt himself slide into the cool embrace of nothingness, closing his eyes as his body seemed to fade out of existence. And there he'd stay for the next day or so, until he was well enough to take a proper look at himself.

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