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[sveriges]

WHO: Sweden [sveriges], Denmark [yndigt_land] & OPEN.
WHEN: Day 3; Dusk.
WHERE: B5, lingering close to the boarder of C5 and B4.
SUMMARY: Sweden has broken off from his newly formed group of Finland and Estonia to scout ahead while they could rest. The problem though with moving along on your own is you'll never know what will come up next.
OOC NOTE: This post-sets,

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[yndigt_land]

Sometime during the morning he'd fallen asleep, and what woke him was pain. He was glad, at least, that they recovered differently than humans. Denmark knew that the injury to his side would keep him down much, much longer if it weren't the case. Damned knife; how had he let someone with a knife injure him when he had a pistol?

Of course, the keyword there was had. It was a miracle that he'd even had the presence of mind to keep hold of his pack for dear life, and giving away the bullets had allowed him to escape alive. With a hand on his side, he leaned against an accomodating tree trunk; how had this happened. Denmark had been a little excited that he'd gotten such a strong weapon, and even though he wasn't naive to the risks, he hadn't expected it so soon nor to be quite this bad. What was he supposed to do now

[sveriges]

The silence was almost too much. He wanted to hear something, witness a little bit more, but even the creatures of the wood were unnaturally quiet as if saying something, as if saying there was something wrong here, run, run. Sweden's feet paused amongst the moss covered stones of the dirt path, his bright eyes shifting, adjusting to the surroundings, the fading light from the sky that was so perfectly bright before. A silent breath escaping his lungs, the heave and fall of his chest, the straightening of his posture. A hand unconsciously lingered to his hip were the hilt of his sword lay, gloved fingers brushing over the surface

[yndigt_land]

It hurt to hold his breath, but when the footsteps stopped there was nothing else to be done, his side burning as the muscles of his diaphragm and stomach held tight. He leaned a little more weight against the tree

[sveriges]

The noise was sudden and he tensed immediately, turning towards the sound and with one fluid motion drew forth the curved blade of the blessed weapon he was given. It was not eatery tools thank the Gods beyond, as he was sure that if something had been bestowed upon him, this situation might not turn out like it may. Holding his breath, he narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the figure pour forth through the foliage, from around a trunk of one of the large trees that scattered the landscape