Rapid Response! (2)

"Urgh..." Ornamont spat a ghastly mouthful of blood as she jolted back from unconsciousness. She heaved in deep breaths and pushed against the shield which was lying on top of her.

It was dented and cracked miserably, but she couldn't spare it any concern for now.

She rose from the ground and coughed violently, the remnants of her bodily crimson flying off. She then looked around her and paused.

A torn roof was over her head, its remains still spitting out dust while a crumbling wall dropped pieces of heavy, broken stone from time to time.

Under her and unfortunately on the walls as well as the corridor to this house where she had seemingly invited herself in without knowing, blood, innards, bones and torn clothing were the fresh new interior design.

"Son of a..." Ornamont murmured with a horrified and dark expression.

It didn't take long for her to realise what had just happened.