Spirit Animals Oneshots

~ Reilin Day 11 - Intruder ~

'Nuff said in the title. Literally can't think of one so I'm just using the name of the whump category.

Tw: Gory-ish detail, swearing

Meilin stifled a groan as she came to, her entire body crying out in protest. It was eerily quiet, save it be the sound of everything getting taken in a firey blaze.

She staggered to her feet, pressing an arm further to her body as if it would relieve some of the aching. The Zhongese leaned against the only doorway remaining somewhat stable, blocking out the world as she assessed the physical damage done to her.

Though she felt the constant aching- and unalignment- of a broken arm, the only major injury Meilin seemed to have sustained otherwise was a slash on her neck. She felt the steady stream of crimson wandering from it's source, shuddering at how cool it was as it drizzled down her skin.

But she'd have to worry about tending to it later, right now her focus was on finding Greenhaven's intruder.

Meilin once again groaned slightly as she stumbled into the corridor, beginning to decipher all the blurring shapes. Her surroundings spun at a sickening pace, and she closed her eyes to still the nausea. When it finally stopped, she cracked them open again and unsheathed her sword. Meilin pressed on, cautious and aware.

The sight of one of her fellow Greencloaks laying on the ground caught her attention. Meilin's breath hitched as soon as she took in the catatonic eyes, the subtle trail of blood falling from their lip... Were they... dead?

Oh god. They were.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a cry of misery upon seeing her fallen ally, she sunk to the ground. This couldn't have been the only victim.

Would there be others she found? Conor? Abeke?

Fuck... Rollan?

There was nothing more she wanted then to stay there, never to face the matter at hand, and willing herself to believe this was the only hero to fall in such tragedy. If she saw another donning green, like that-

But Meilin knew she had to press on. She had to find the source of the explosion, and the rest of her team. So, the Zhongese hesitantly trudged past the presumed dead Greencloak, desperately hoping she wasn't the last one alive.

Corpses continued to line the corridor. The worst part of it the splotches of black and red that coated the halls of Greenhaven. Somewhere meant to be a place heroes could get away and be safe from the evil lurking beyond it's gates was seared with the memory of their destruction.

The creak of a table within what she assumed to be the dining hall caught Meilin's attention. She readied herself, raising her sword behind her as the person slipped through the entrance. The young hero jerked it forward, and her target dodged.

It was much too dark to make out any distinct shape or feature, and Meilin connected her elbow with what she thought to be their face. She switched the position of the sword with a grimace- cursing herself for not learning to be ambidextrous with her choice of weapon much sooner- and prepped.

Her target didn't stumble back, only letting out a simple cry of protest from the attack. They then stepped into the light as she backed into it, kicking the weapon out of her dominant- which happened to be Meilin's injured arm.

Too unfocused by the sudden surge of pain, Meilin dropped to her knees, clutching onto the limb and gasping out as the figure pointed the tip of the Zhongese's own weapon against her throat.

Jano Rion's greatest warrior closed her eyes, and prepared herself to die.

Death was merciful on her soul.