Gruesome Journeys [Mission]

Don't open your wounds Seti, the man had said. Be very careful or you might bleed out before we get to Portsmouth. No less than four hours, Seti was still lying on his back in a pile of blankets meant to be delivered to Portsmouth, looking up at the cloth ceiling of the caravan.

He had hoped that he could get some sleep and perhaps they would have been in the village by the time that he had woken up, but he couldn't get even five minutes of shut eye as long as he was sitting in the caravan. It wasn't so much that it wasn't comfortable, but more that they had chosen such a bumpy path to walk that every time it seemed like he was about to get to go to sleep, they went over a rock or something and his eyes shot open as he yelped in agony. It was getting ridiculous.

At this point, he was almost certain that the driver was doing it on purpose. He didn't know what he had done to irritate the driver, but there was clearly something that he had done that the man disagreed with. Either that or he was amazingly terrible at his job. He had asked him before to be more careful, at first polite and civil but slowly more and more irritated. After all, he wouldn't have been wounded if he hadn't gone out of his way to protect them. Still, he was jostled around like a toy on Christmas morn. Bastard.

"Are we almost there yet?" He moaned, his usual chipper attitude apparently having been drained away over the last few hours journey.
"Yep!" Oh thank all the gods, he thought, before gritting his teeth as the driver continued "We'll be there in just over two hours."

Quiet fell over the caravan as confirmation of the man's grudge was given by his cruel mocking. You never mocked a wounded man, especially not one who got wounded protecting you, but apparently he felt very differently.

"... what did I ever do to you?"
"You know what you did."

Caravan Protection II - 350 / 1000

As it would take another two hours to get there, Seti busied himself by trying to focus on basically anything other than the wound in his torso. It was times like this that he wished he was a life magician - those people could almost bring someone back from the dead without much issue, and yet here he was with what was a relatively minor but incredibly painful wound and he could do nothing but suffer it. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but swallow it he did.

The minutes ticked by until the caravan came to a sudden stop. Seti wondered for a second whether it had been done just to grind even further salt into the wound, but given by the sound of voices coming from outside the tent, it appeared that he was not. Alright, it appeared as if he would actually be required to deal with this personally.

Using his staff as a crutch, putting most of his weight onto it and just dealing with the pain that shot through his body every time he attempted to walk, he moved out to the front of the caravan. The man that had forced a stop was tall, brandishing a fencing sword and almost seemed like something out of a fairy tail.

"Don't worry, boys, I just desire your goods, not your lives. You can rest easy." there was a part of Seti that just wanted to let him have the goods, but after he had started this crap, he decided not to let him.
"Unfortunately, I can't let you do that."

With muttered incantations, Seti formed a golden armor around his body, standing resplendent between the man and the caravan. He could feel his bandages beginning to get seriously hot, and he knew that if he didn't finish this fight rapidly he was at serious risk of setting them on fire and ruining them. On the plus side, that might sear the wound closed. On the downside, it increased the chances of him bleeding out exponentially.

Nevertheless, as the man charged, he launched a belly jab, hitting him right in the chest and setting not only the man's shirt alight but his chest, making him give out screams of pain as he began to be engulfed in flames.

Caravan Protection II - 835 / 1000
Damage: 1B

170/200:

The element of surprise quickly dwindled as the man bought the sword to bear. Seti punched several times, each blow being parried by the man's sword, and every punch making the man more confident.  There was a cocky grin on his face that made Seti's blood boil, as if he was being mocked by the man's mere ability to deal with his techniques like this. He was no brawler, but to be blocked like this with apparently so little effort... it was extremely aggrivating.

"Oh, come on. Is blocking all you can do?" He taunted, hoping to invoke the man into attacking him full out. It would no doubt hurt, but if he could get the man to bury his sword into him he was going to be able to get full access to this idiot. The man was posturing, and that meant that he was likely going to be susceptible to taunts.

It seemed that his guess was correct, as the man snapped, lunging at him with the blade. The sword pierced through his chest, slipping through the exoskeleton and piercing into his flesh. It missed his vital organs, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. The sounds of his scream echoed around the nearby hills, likely drawing a lot of unwanted attention. Nevertheless, the blade stuck there, and when the man tried to pull it out, he got his shot.

As the man focused on yanking his sword out, Seti simply slammed his head forwards, sending that flaming armor into the man's face, engulfing the wax in his moustache and setting his face alight. Naturally, as you might imagine, the man fell to the ground, attempting to put the fire out. Seti simply dropped the spell, allowing the man to go about dealing with his burns.

"Come on," he said, collapsing onto the seat next to the driver, attempting to yank the blade out of his chest. ", I'm going to go ahead and sear this shut, you just focus on driving us to Portsmouth. Consider this my just deserts for whatever imagined crime you think I perpetrated."

Caravan protection II - 1000 / 1000

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