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Well, at least he'd tried. James feel sideways, clutching his chest as blood spurted from the wound. It had been high, hitting near his collar bone and tearing downwards. And it hadn't knocked him out. He'd only flickered for a second, a mock death, before curling in on himself, twisting on the ground, agony playing funny games with his face. Oh so funny. He was silent, his lungs damaged, but tears streamed down his face. He closed his eyes for a short time, giving up the struggle to gasp for air and giving his body a sweet moment to rest. Lions and...what was the other? James didn't know anymore. he didn't know much of anything any more.

In a swift decisive movement James flipped himself over onto his front, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment after he did so, a silent moan of pain sounding in his head. Now he could watch the goings on. Deget was down. Tom had...kicked her? How cruel. She was on her knees, and she was speaking. James couldn't hear her though. His ears were buzzing. His vision was swimming too, but he didn't really care. It would pass. Eventually. But where was Drake? With him down for the count, Drake would need to be close by to control this. Surely he knew what was going on?

And speaking of that, where had Esther gone off to? She hadn't said another word. But James did not feel much like twisting his body to look. he was okay where he was. Not comfortable, never comfortable, but okay. Fine. In pain, but not more than he could tolerate. There wasn't any amount of pain he could not tolerate. Not that he particularly wanted to find out, but he was fairly confident on a good day.