what could he do now? his arms are broken. no. they're cursed. now he can't use them. they're forever bondaged in casts. he can't wield his sword. the swords that got him into a magic knight squad. the swords that helped him win every fight he's had. and now...what could he do now? just slip into an eternal depressive state forever?

he sat there, near the edge of a cliff on a large rock. he was still, looking down to the floor, pondering.