[Arriving at shore, Sieghart gets onto his knees in the sand, drops his sword, and looks down at his deformed right wrist. This won't do. Gritting his teeth, he grabs his right hand with his left and pulls, guiding the dislocated bone back into place.]
Ugh!
[It hurts, of course. He pants from the effort, because he isn't emotionally repressed like Sakyou. Fortunately, his right hand, though shaking from the pain, feels fine and his wrist no longer looks out of shape. It's probably discolored under his glove, but he keeps that on as a half-hearted splint.
Climbing onto his feet with his sword in hand again, he eyes the group in front of him. The bandaid's absence bares the words that he was hiding under his visible eye: DEATH BEFORE REVENGE.]
Hey, Claude. What's wrong with your shoulder? Let me reset it.
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Ugh!
[It hurts, of course. He pants from the effort, because he isn't emotionally repressed like Sakyou. Fortunately, his right hand, though shaking from the pain, feels fine and his wrist no longer looks out of shape. It's probably discolored under his glove, but he keeps that on as a half-hearted splint.
Climbing onto his feet with his sword in hand again, he eyes the group in front of him. The bandaid's absence bares the words that he was hiding under his visible eye: DEATH BEFORE REVENGE.]
Hey, Claude. What's wrong with your shoulder? Let me reset it.
[He trudges over.]