A Kindling, of Sorts (Revali x reader)

that went well

CONTENT WARNING:

There is a moderately graphic scene here where the protagonist is badly injured with broken bones. They're not badly contorted or anything, but there are descriptions of their body healing with gross sounds. There will be an asterisk before and after the thick of it.

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You were completely destroyed.

It was clear to everyone from the beginning of the match that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing. In fact, you were unable to land a single blow. Daruk had overestimated your skills from the way people were spreading rumors about you, not that you said you were particularly good or anything. Sure, you expressed confidence in your improvement, but that was half because you could actually move.

You dodged as best you could the whole fight, but dropped your sword in the middle. You'd scrambled to go get it, but that was a horrid mistake, as it left you open to any and all attacks. Daruk landed a heavy blow to your gut and knocked you out of the ring easily, and the growing audience cheered.

You'd smashed into a pile of equipment haphazardly dropped in front of a stack of crates. That had hurt enough. Unfortunately for you, the top crate was off kilter just enough to fall off the top. Everyone around gasped with horror as it fell directly on you. Didn't he say he'd 'go easy'? You lay in the dirt under all that crap for a second, bones aching horribly. Your peers, including Daruk rushed over to help you out of the mess as you groaned with pain.

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Someone grabbed your arm, trying to pull you out, but yanked much too hard. You screamed in pain as your elbow popped out of place and the soldier yelled in surprise. "I'm sorry!" they shouted hurriedly. Someone behind him called him a dimwit before pushing on the crate on top of you, scraping your skin and pushing its corners into your back. Tears pricked your eyes as you screamed again for them to stop, head spinning and heart thumping against your chest. the pressure was making it hard to breathe, to think. You managed to register a booming voice commanded everyone to step back and soon enough, the crate was lifted off of you.

Those who'd gathered around your heaving body grimaced at the sounds of your body crackling back together as you forced yourself to stand up, previously broken bones healing grotesquely. You winced at the sharp pains shooting through your body, like your insides had been set on fire. You forced yourself to look up at your opponent, who looked haunted. He must've been the one to lift that crate. "Well now I really  need a new shirt." you chuckled dryly, dusting yourself off painfully.

Daruk visibly shuddered as he watched your scraped skin heal near instantaneously, but still held his hand out for you to shake. "Good job, buddy..." You took it awkwardly, trying to push down your saltiness. You'd hoped to get one blow in, though it may not have actually done anything to his rock- like body now that you think about it. Your shoulder popped when to went to shake his hand, and you felt a brief moment of relief. The goron did not seem to feel as relieved as you felt, though.

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Your corporal cut through the ring and walked up to Daruk, bowing his head in respect. You'd almost forgotten that the Champions were higher ranked then them. The Goron's friendliness was much preferred over the sternness(and borderline bullying) of your current corporals and sergeants. They distanced themselves from you for a moment and talked quietly for a couple minutes, gesturing towards you and the rest of the yard. You decided not to concern yourself with that right now. Your ears were still ringing after that fall...

You've gotten horribly hurt twice today, first shanked by another soldier, then basically pretzeled by one of the Champions. You weren't even fully healed, bones still mending together and joints still trying to find their place. You were lucky you could stand right now. It was mainly all fractures and dislocation, but It was uncomfortable to feel your insides move like that. It hurt.