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"Sounds good to me."

"I'm..." Tina didn't bother to try. "Gimme a minute."

Ayia bounced impatiently, longing to cast her Line. "Fiiiiiine."

Elya winced as the thought of the pain returned. Her knuckles were cracked and bleeding, a few cuts and gashes here and there... "I'll... be alright." She squeezed her eyes. "Nothing too... serious."

Breathe in... breathe out... Breathe in... breathe out... Breathe... Elya shivered. When had it suddenly become so cold? But Lyanor was warm... cold. Cold and warm. Come on... just think... focus... "Y--you're okay?"

The colonel rolled his eyes, and tossed his hand dismissively. "Fine! Ya wouldn't be anythin' less than bullet fodder anyways." Tina sucked in a breath, blinking as tears sprang to her eyes. She dropped her head to her knees, shaking.

"I-I can't..." Tina keeled over again, turning across her shoulder. There wasn't anything left down to throw up, though, so she could only cough up air. "--go..."

"Tina--" "ALISON!" The colonel marched over, a massive glare turning his entire face red. "Get in line, soldier! We're taking that fortress!"

Tina took the pill without so much as a glance, still retching and coughing into the mud. She stuck it in her mouth and unclasped the waterskin, swallowing the liquid, the pill, and the remnants of her stomach's old contents. The gulp made her shudder and cough, then take in a gasp of air as soon as her throat was clear again. "Th--thank--"

What are withergeists weak to, if anything?

Tina dove into a trench with a desperate shout, shoving her back to the wooden edge at the side. She clutched a muddy rifle to her chest, breathing in gasps. Sweat soaked her uniform and matted her hair, rolling down her face like tears. The grenade exploded, blasting fire and iron shrapnel into a blazing mushroom cloud. Tina shrieked and pulled her head into her legs, clamping her hands to her ears. That didn't do anything to silence the crashing, blasting, and screaming. A half-charred, blackened person was hurled into the trench not three inches from here from the blast. Tina clamped a hand to her mouth, eyes gone wide. Blood soaked through what remained of the body's uniform, leaking into the mud. Not a single breath heaved or broke the man's chest. "Prepare to charge!" The colonel cried, firing a bullet into the air with his pistol. Her breath caught. Suddenly the air stung her throat, chest, stomach, lungs: like acid on an open wound. "We'll take the fortress today! I don't care if it means the death of every last one of you! Today you fight for the honor of Abralia!" Tina keeled over and dropped her rifle. No no no no--WAIT-- Acid and phlegm barreled out her throat, spewing all her rations and water into the ground. Tina fell to all fours, gasping and shivering. The panic tried to cough up more, but there wasn't anything left to eject. Instead she began dry retching, coughing, sweating... "READY--"

that is not a drawing of a guy with abs

"Ehhh... 'bout three hours?"

I chuckle, turning my gaze to the little scientist. With nothing but a glance, I bind Cupra with dark tendrils.