Post by Xaier McCaine on Apr 18, 2016 20:33:09 GMT -5
When Xaier woke he almost panicked. He was unaware of his surroundings, the light filtering through the windoe shades still blinded him. It would take him a moment or two before he could catch his barings and realize that he had awoken in the infirmary. His brain began to piece together the events that had blanded him here in a rest bed. He had challenged Lexington and he could only assume he had lost. The ivory haired teenager had gone unconcious before he had been able to see the final outcome.
He would shake his head, attempting to lift himself into a sitting position, only to be met with nothing but pain through his torso. Dropping back against the bed, he would comb over the thoughts in his head, the decisions he had made during the fight and which of them had been mistakes. Running into Lex's blood blade had been the turning point. Had he not run blindly into it, he would not have lost. If Xaier fought him again, he felt as thpugh he would be victorious . But the pillar title wasn't his true goal, though it would have been the icing on the cake.
Xaier had something he felt he needed to prove. He felt he couldn't stop pushing himaelf until he was as strong as he could get. Maybe it was due to the way his father had raiaed him. Regardless, this loss had not disheartened the emerald eyed teen. No, his drive would be bolstered. He had nearly finished one of the pillars and would have if not for one mistake. For now he would need time to recover. When he felt good enpugh to move, he would get back to training. He still had three more pillars to prove himself to. And he wouldn't stop there. The Dragons that migrated here to San Francisco were also on his to-do list.
Closing his eyes, he would take a measured deep breath, the pain from his injuries threatening to fade Xaier back into sleep. He would gather himself again and let out a small sigh. He wouldn't be able to sleep, even if he had wanted. Instead he would lay silently and stare toward the ceiling as he replayed the fight with Lexington on repeat, picking it apart piece by piece.
He would shake his head, attempting to lift himself into a sitting position, only to be met with nothing but pain through his torso. Dropping back against the bed, he would comb over the thoughts in his head, the decisions he had made during the fight and which of them had been mistakes. Running into Lex's blood blade had been the turning point. Had he not run blindly into it, he would not have lost. If Xaier fought him again, he felt as thpugh he would be victorious . But the pillar title wasn't his true goal, though it would have been the icing on the cake.
Xaier had something he felt he needed to prove. He felt he couldn't stop pushing himaelf until he was as strong as he could get. Maybe it was due to the way his father had raiaed him. Regardless, this loss had not disheartened the emerald eyed teen. No, his drive would be bolstered. He had nearly finished one of the pillars and would have if not for one mistake. For now he would need time to recover. When he felt good enpugh to move, he would get back to training. He still had three more pillars to prove himself to. And he wouldn't stop there. The Dragons that migrated here to San Francisco were also on his to-do list.
Closing his eyes, he would take a measured deep breath, the pain from his injuries threatening to fade Xaier back into sleep. He would gather himself again and let out a small sigh. He wouldn't be able to sleep, even if he had wanted. Instead he would lay silently and stare toward the ceiling as he replayed the fight with Lexington on repeat, picking it apart piece by piece.
