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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/11/2017 12:42:10 AM
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"What the hell?!"
[url=https://fireemblem.gamepress.gg/sites/fireemblem/files/styles/300h/public/2017-11/Dorcas.png?itok=Ic6-cUSp]The man[/url] who noticed the pilot was at the moment, was chopping lumber for the tavern, and was then rudely interrupted by a massive flaming ship bursting out of the sky and into perfectly good firewood. He was tall, three inches over six feet, and had the muscle mass to match. He held a large axe in his hand, double and thick blades, and with a short handle. It was too short of a handle to be reliably two handed, but could be easily wielded in one hand. Other than that, a large sack of wood was flung over his shoulder.
Upon seeing the ship, he dropped the bag with a silent reminder to apologize to his wife, and ran axe in hand towards the wreckage. Not seeing the girl, he chose to run towards the ship, thinking the pilot was still inside. Quickly finding out there was no one there, he began looking around perhaps for a grim sight of a flung body- or a more hopeful situation.
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There was nothing. Nothing inside anyway. If he were listening closely, he could hear the sounds of someone sobbing. It was better than the alternative, supposedly. Now. He could either have a quick look around or head towards what could be the pilot...
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Hearing the cries, Dale began to frantically search for the maker of the sounds, hoping to find someone crying out of sadness rather than pain. Upon seeing the pilot, he rushed over to the woman, placing his axe upon his hip, and approaching her slowly. Just incase- never knew with the random people falling out of the sky. "Hey... Hey you alright?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but loud enough to get her attention. His voice was rather deep and calm- a listener might fall asleep if they were tired.
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She suddenly blinked, looking up towards the man. Tears were still running out of her face, but they seemed to have calmed with the arrival of another. "I'm... okay," she lied, "Just... a little hurt. That's all."
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"Little hurt? You must be though we than me! I wouldn't be a 'little' hurt after that kindof crash. 'Ere, stand up lass." The man offered his large hand, it was rough and dirty- but it was an offer. He placed the axe in his other hand at his hip, not to frighten her.
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She took it, barely able to stand. Her left leg wasn't steady, but her exosuit managed to get her fully up. "To be honest," she said, almost dizzily, "I'm more than 'A little hurt.' Do you happen to have any medical expertise? Or know someone who does?"
