[Estinien lands not long after, though thankfully it manages to be with the grace befitting a dragoon. There is definitely something wrong with his wing, and it twinges with pain the whole way down - as he lands, it folds crookedly at his side. More pressing, really, is the blood seeping from his gut. With very little fat to defend his abdomen, Howl has definitely punctured the muscle there, and even standing is a bit arduous.
This isn't finished, though. One grating footstep after another and Estinien comes upon his quarry, spread across the dirt. His spear is still at his side, even as one hand applies pressure to his wounds, blood staining his fingers. For a long moment, he is silent as if waiting for something. When it doesn't come, the low growl of his voice arrives instead.]
Give me the vial.
[His hand grips around his spear with uncomfortable tightness, shaking with adrenaline and intensity.]
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This isn't finished, though. One grating footstep after another and Estinien comes upon his quarry, spread across the dirt. His spear is still at his side, even as one hand applies pressure to his wounds, blood staining his fingers. For a long moment, he is silent as if waiting for something. When it doesn't come, the low growl of his voice arrives instead.]
Give me the vial.
[His hand grips around his spear with uncomfortable tightness, shaking with adrenaline and intensity.]