breathe.

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[this seems to happen a lot around here, doesn't it?

With water and blackened scorch marks all over the walls and floor, the room looks like a storm ripped through it. If the blood can be ignored.

There's a growing pool of it underneath a Demyx, currently passed out. There's a gash beneath his collarbone and another in his side. Kneeling next to him is an Axel, doing his best to staunch the bloodflow with his hands. Though he's still conscious, he's looking no better for the wear. His right sleeve has been shredded, revealing the long slash marks beneath. There's a burn mark on his left shoulder.

Sitting some distance away from the two is a Larxene, bleeding as well from twin wounds in each of her sides.]

(OOC: So Axel and Larxene got into a fight, and Demyx joined in. This is the aftermath. Assistance would be very much appreciated.)

(OOC: There were wounded people here? Now, no one.)