Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Etienne awoke with a pained gasp. He didn't move at first. He lay breathing, but he whimpered at each breath. So he tried to take shallower breaths. He began to take stock of his multitude of injuries. A man the size of Galukos even trying not to would leave a mark. A painful one.

His ribs were definitely bruised. He licked along the seam of his mouth tasting bitter and salt.

His one eye was puffy and hurt to try and open. And his shoulder had definitely been wrenched.

Painstakingly slow he shifted, rolling his weight onto his paws, knees and slowly rising. Each movement leaving him aching and gasping. It would be even worse tomorrow. He groaned.

Golden eyes looking around. Nearby his sight fell upon Glaukos and he snarled, but didn't move. He couldn't.