[h1] [center] Meanwhile in the infirmary [/center] [/h1]

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[h2][color=red][i]Ugh...[/i][/color][/h2]

With a blurred vision, the ancient knight slowly rose from his cot. The doctor and nurse within his room had suddenly taken notice to their patient awake. "Sir you shouldn't move!" Shouted the man with a white coat. 

However Fafnir didn't heed his advice, he had stood upright from his position, a large hand holding his forehead as if he was suffering from a headache. 

"S-sir." The nurse now spoke. "Please, you need to rest. Its a miracle you are even alive with all that blood loss." She spoke before gasping as the knight put his bare feet on the cold floor. He groaned as he slowly became more aware of his surroundings. He still wasn't acclimated to all of this fancy technology, the sterilized hospital room was all too foreign for him. 

When he looked down, he noticed that he was not in his armor. Instead he was in a blue hospital gown that had to be custom-fitted due to his unnatural height, It barely reached down his thighs. [color=red]"What is this, a dress?" [/color]He said in amusement of the modern formalities. bandages had been wrapped around his arms and parts of his torso, which restricted his movement a bit. Still, that didn't stop him from standing up, the IV Fluids and other wires that had attached him to  a machine had snapped off. "Sir please you are in no condition to get up!" The doctor pleaded as he tried to pull his arm back down. To the doctor's surprise, even in his injured state, he couldn't bend Fafnir's weight back down. [color=red]"Where is my armor?"[/color] He turned to the nurse, who was in both shock and awe of seeing something so monstrous up close and moving. 

Aside from his unnatural height, himself resembled that of an amalgamation of human and reptile. Scales from his tail and wings had a merging point between that and the beige skin on his back. His eyes were a firey crimson, and were more akin to that of a snake. His hair was jet black and long like a horse's main, and two horns were barely poking out of that mess of hair. His wings had spread, the left wing being bandaged, as he stretched. 

"I-Its in the back." She pointed to a closet where they had hanged his blood-stained armor and lance. The doctor gave up with the stubborn monster as he moved over to his equipment. [color=red]"She really did a number on my gear." [/color]The knight commented as he stripped out of the hospital gown, forcing the the two medical professionals to look out as he began to dress himself in his white tank top and under armor. [color=red] "Back in my day if ye were hurt, you'd just have someone in a white cloak smack you with a wooden stick with some flashy white light and you would be good to go within a few hours." [/color] He mused. [color=red] "Now it seems you have to stick around on a bed all day, with all these fancy strings and beeping noises? Just for a few cuts?"[/color]

[color=red]"I'll have to smelt and hand mold my armor later to fix these bloody holes." [/color] He continued as he put his feet into iron grieves. Piece by piece he had slowly become fully clad in his armor. The broken pieces of his arm pads and chest plate revealed his bandaged body.

With his lance sheathed over his back, The knight moved to the door. "S-sir!" The doctor pleaded one last time, but it was of no use. Fafnir had to duck and squeeze his large body through the door before stepping outside into the hallway. [color=red]"Now where are the battlegrounds? I wish to see the other matches for myself.." [/color] He asked himself as he had looked both ways, confused of the building's layout.