Solhammond Palliser | GROWTH
To the surprising credit of Solhammond Palliser when the blow struck his head, and his eyes rolled back in his head, there was a moment of absolute shock. He didn’t just crumple to the floor as most did when rendered unconscious. Instead he seemed to hold himself up for a moment, as if his body refused to quite give up the fight yet. Clenched teeth and bruises fingers tightened as he took a single step forward before face planting.
And he was out. For quite some time, enough time that she could have reattached his arm at a leisurely pace and perhaps moved him. When his eyes opened hours later, his body felt sore. Heavy. Like lead was attached to each part of his limbs dragging down, looking around the room. Perhaps Liana was here to check on him, or hadn’t left his side, whatever the reason he’d groan in a raspy voice clearly needing water. “I guess, I lost.”
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