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[h1][color=7d16c7]Oliver Sullivan[/color][/h1]
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[hr][hr] The Aerie
[color=7d16c7]Skills:[/color] N/A
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As the piece of wood embedded in him was snapped off, Oli had his heart jump a bit. He knew he'd need surgery sooner rather than later, but he couldn't focus much on that right now. He needed to make sure that this situation didn't turn into a fight again, because he was pretty sure he'd die very quickly. He smiled up at Niah, and cautiously looked at their combatants. He knew that he probably hadn't made any friends with the whole "Almost murdered an Avenger" thing, but he had to at least hope that they could let bygones be bygones. 

Oli stayed exactly where he was though, he wasn't gonna ignore Sparky's advice here. He knew that the less he moved m, the better, his mind racing with the possibilities of sepsis and the like. He liked having his insides inside him, and not spilled out along this hellrealm of an alternate universe. He just managed to cough out, "[color=7d16c7]I am sorry about the shield, I really didn't know that that would happen.[/color]" He said honestly, his head light and dizzy from all the damage he'd taken.