Cough... cough blood spit out everywhere, bent over like a dog . The freezing cold spat at his face like it had a vendetta against him. He shivers so cold, emptiness, a starving feeling in which it unrelents. Pulling himself foward, his injury too grave he collapses. Face hits the snow, his nose running red.
Looking up, the sun, a blizzard in which it's warmth stays still. A face covers the warmth, steel against skin, a sword pointed against his neck.a cut in which it digs into the esophagus causing a yelp, a pain so severe he almost collapses for a second time.