Lanaey woke up with pain. She couldn't locate the individual injuries because her whole body seemed to be on fire. When she tried to move her head however, she realized that her head was the the thing that should be moved the least as it caused the most disorientation and pain.
I must . . get up. . . .still fighting . . .
Getting up was proving to be more difficult than she anticipated. Lanaey only figured on getting over a stiff and unresponsive body, she had forgotten that one of the men she had been fighting was still laying on top of her. Her first impulse was to push him off with her right arm, then she realized her arm was one of the places on her body that wasn't moving without extreem effort.
Arrrhhhh, this is simply irritating!
Slowly, the trapped Elf moved her feet so that they were grounded against the floor. Bringing up her good arm and putting it firmly on his right shoulder, forcing up her right arm to lay on his left shoulder to provide whatever help it could. Taking four deep breaths, she focused all her energy on one, gigantic shove. Lanaey actually let out a pain filled grunt as she pushed against the dead weight with all of her strength. The corpse slid down and off to the side, but still stayed on her right foot. A small, much less power driven tug got her foot out and she was free, except that now she was too drained to get any where. After resting for as long as she dared, Lanaey slowly started to roll herself over to her stomach, which basically consisted of falling over onto her side, then swinging her good arm around till she managed a full laying position. If she hadn't been trying to get up so much she might have thought about how nice it would have been to be laying down.
Eventually she managed a kneeling position, followed later by a standing position with the help of the wall. Keeping to the wall she moved the long way around the room until she finally reached the door and then went down the hall. The stairs looked like too big of an obstacle, and they almost were. Stumbling several times and falling down many stairs she reached the bottom with some new bruises and scratches.
Lanaey was only focusing on getting out of the house and once she did, all of her pain and exhaustion came back to her full force. The fall was not graceful and her lately thrown out arm didn't make the impact any less painful.
Her vision swirled with black mists as she fought to take in regular breaths. Through the dark vision Lanaey thought she could see a pair of feet coming toward her. She didn't know if they were friendly or not, but in her state she couldn't do much about it either way.
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