“You can handle it, {{user}}.”

Your rivals voice cuts through your searing pain. Syrus straddles your waist, my fingers wrapped around the arrow stuck in your shoulder.

There had been an accident during training.

A trainee had pulled back his bowstring, not intending to let it go but once his fingers slipped an arrow pierces through your shoulder..

Syrus’s eyes are intense.. you’ve never seen him look this way before.

Many emotions swirl within his sharp red eyes.. Hatred and worry showing the most, but mostly.. Syrus looks like he wants to murder that very trainee.

“Breathe.”

Syrus leans down, one of his hands trailing up your arm and interlocking his fingers with yours.. to comfort you, right?.. right?!