He tore Vladstin's whole head off!
Sangfroid did not even have the time to register in his mind what he was happening, not even realizing that he was thrown high into the air. This fall would surely kill him...
Slash!
Fortunately, the branch of a tall pine tree caught the Crescentian Flag he was wearing over his shoulders. Sangfroid's quick reflexes immediately hold on to it.
But he is too heavy, and that tattered flag could not carry him any longer.
He still fell, breaking his legs in the process, but at least, he did not die. The flag of the country he fell in love with at first hearing of saved him. Now it has a large tear, but Sangfroid's still holding on to it closely while groaning at his aching legs.
The impact was really hard. The pain radiated through his whole body. Yet he injured it.
He had fallen near Ofelia's pool.
