Blizzard Wraiths [RAID!]

The first passes went well enough, though the blood pounded in his ears from the perpetual headache and the aches in his joints made his usual fluid motion stiff. In the end he wasn't quite certain what happened, but the brow of his head - capped in what should have been safety with his helmet safely if too snugly upon his head - slammed into something. The ground? Ardyn? One of the malinois? Whatever it was, instead of a cushioned impact, there was a sharp burning pain that whited everything out for a moment, and when his vision returned it was to pain on his brow and blood sheeting down his face from beneath the helmet. The steady dripping quickly stained the snow between he and Ardyn vermillion, and as he dazedly shook his head to clear it more dark droplets splattered them both. He grunted. "Something's... wrong." He blinked, squinted through the pain, a drunken slur to his voice. He forced focus into his gaze, gave the boy a curt nod in forfeit, and stumbled from the churned and bloodied grounds they'd been fighting on to make his way Aerie's healers to see what, exactly, had happened to him.

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