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The world was made of pain....Fiery, loud pain. As Zul'fan lay on the ground, he heard distant voices of the Blood Elves around him.
............................................. "Did you see..."...................................... "What did that Orc..."
.................................... "...Extraordinary reflexes..."
...................."..Shall be ours..."
Zul'fan's eyes were closed, and he let numbness wrap itself around him. Distantly, he heard the disgruntled voice of an Orc muttering. He was, however, unable to make out any of the words. Zul'fan felt his heart slowing down. Even in the numbness and shock, every fiber of his being sang in pain. Cold was seeping in, but Zul'fan felt serene. The voices of the Elves around him seemed to fade away....
Warmth.
Zul'fan felt the healing touch of several people skilled in the arts. He felt a bandage being carefully applied over his chest.
Suddenly, Zul'fan was sitting up again. He was still shell-shocked from the explosion caused by the Orc, but at least now he didn't feel like there was a knife in every part of his body. One of the Elves who had been standing around him patted him on the head. Normally, Zul'fan would have happily skewered anyone doing such a thing to him, but his head was still fuzzy. Somehow, he suspected his head had been fuzzy for some time before the incident.
Zul'fan had a vague idea that his head hadn't felt like this before he met those two Blood Elves. Something, some ethereal thing had happened then. But thinking about that was hard. It seemed almost like a dream, somehow unreal...
Zul'fan felt his body mending. Distantly, he thanked every Spirit for the regeneration inherent in the Troll species. A slow process, but the healing performed on him would speed up things.
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