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[Didn't do it to himself at all, in fact the smell of the monster clings to him. The heavy smells of decay and ash, of something cursed clings to him like smoke. Even he can smell it when he's not busy breathing in the scent of his own blood, those broken ribs haven't yet punctured a lung luckily but not sure how much longer that luck will hold. It can be fixed, much better than his shoulder had been thankfully, but right now it's a bloody awful mess.
That would be his right side, though the broken collarbone and ribs are on that side and the movement gets a gasp of pain that he can't hold back as he's picked up and pressure is put against the bones. But the pain also drives some clarity into his mind.] Allen... [His name coming out in a slight hiss of pain.] I ken...walk...
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