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"Damn it! I warned him to retreat! We have to get him to a healer ASAP!" Gabriel's shouts were barely a whisper, Arya couldn't feel the world around him, he couldn't smell, or see anything either. All he had to remind him that he wasn't dead were but the faint shouts of those surrounding him, and even then these whispers were incoherent, gaps in between them existed.
"Arya!" this voice was familiar.
'Ahh Averos,' thought Arya, the dark abyss around him suffocating him as he tried to make out what was going on but couldn't.
"Who did this? Tell me now! I'll have their head!" Averos demanded angrily.
'Pfft, we've barely known each other for a month and you're going out of your way to be angry for me? You're just like Michael, ah yes Michael. Maybe I'll meet him in my next life,' thought Arya letting the void around him consume his consciousness.
