[The last thing Mikael remembers is a large, dragon-type creature. As tall as the mountains themselves. It hadn't been a mission, but a clumsy mishap of some other group of rebels who decided to wake a beast they had been warned about. It quickly became everyone's problem.
It's amazing he was still alive, and he could feel it in how sore he was, shifting against the snow to push himself up and awake. He remembers being hit once by the dragon (its tail maybe?) and colliding with one other hard thing before weightlessness set in, like he was tumbling off the cliff itself... But if that were the case, wouldn't he have broken a bone or something? Something more than the cuts and scrapes that littered his body now, surely?
Shuffling to his feet, he recognizes the nearby body as D's and frowns. Pulling himself out of the snow he was half-buried in with a shiver, he reaches over to grab the man's shoulder and pull him up with a firm shake. Asleep? Awake?]
Hey! [A stern call might change that, if the first. Or maybe him leaning closer and shaking him a bit more. A free hand sneaks to his wrist to check for a pulse.]
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It's amazing he was still alive, and he could feel it in how sore he was, shifting against the snow to push himself up and awake. He remembers being hit once by the dragon (its tail maybe?) and colliding with one other hard thing before weightlessness set in, like he was tumbling off the cliff itself... But if that were the case, wouldn't he have broken a bone or something? Something more than the cuts and scrapes that littered his body now, surely?
Shuffling to his feet, he recognizes the nearby body as D's and frowns. Pulling himself out of the snow he was half-buried in with a shiver, he reaches over to grab the man's shoulder and pull him up with a firm shake. Asleep? Awake?]
Hey! [A stern call might change that, if the first. Or maybe him leaning closer and shaking him a bit more. A free hand sneaks to his wrist to check for a pulse.]