Ringing, high-pitched ear-splitting ringing, which was all that could be heard, the warm feeling of life leaving his body, soaking in the cotton undershirt. Dax was unsure, disoriented, lost, his normal impeccable sense of direction had been shaken loose from his mind, his vision blurred by the blood in his eyes making it impossible to find a landmark. He was aimlessly wandering, he thought back to what had happened, he remembered the contract, the beast, the claws details, however, were fuzzy vague shapes feelings, fears.
His hand landed on a tree for support, the pain in his side screaming to unimaginable heights causing his knees to buckle under him. He fell to the ground with his hand clutching his blood-soaked side, his teeth gritted with pain. His eyes slammed shut for a moment, before his mind was taken with sleep a clinking of metal broke through the ringing in his ears.
His eyes opened with earnest effort, through the haze of pain he spotted a billow of smoke following the trail he saw a building of some kind. With a great push of effort, he hauled himself forward towards the building. Dax broke out of the tree line great sword trailing behind him as he clung to it for dear life. He did not make it more than ten feet before the pain overwhelmed him, his eyes slamming shut as his body forced him to stop. His limp body fell to the ground with a thud.