RP: Crimson Sword

[Ransom]

Ransom's head spun as he regained consciousness to a dull scratching noise and short, ragged gasps. He groaned, rolling on his back. His wounds had tapped his strength, and a slow, steady stream still trickled down his leg and pooled in his gauntlet. Wherever he was, it had once been a campsite, and some low flames still flung their light.

Another short breath came from his left. It appeared the 'log' he had triped on. A knight, protected by a dazzeling suit of white armor, had pinned an elf under his chest, forming a rough X. That woman's probably having some trouble breathing. Maybe they can tell me where I am.....

With more than a few gasps of pain, Ransom managed to roll the knight foward, so his body rested across said elf's legs. He sat back down beside the two, resting for a moment while the elf gasped for breath.