Day Three: Early Morning

[Reijin]

The rock that Reijin had landed on seemed to have suffered more from the fight than the Saiyan actually had. With a groan, Reijin pushed himself to his feet amidst the broken shards of granite he'd been buried under, and then gave a look around. "Fuck..." he mumbled, his head blasting him with a searing pain. His gloved fingers reached up to touch his forehead and he felt pain as his answer, a trickle of blood breaking forth from slowly mending wounds to cascade down his face.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his bloodstained bandana, the torn fragment from Videl's pants during the last time he'd been wounded in her presence, and wrapped it once more around his forehead to form a bandage, hoping to prevent any severe bleeding. He really couldn't properly survey how much damage he'd taken, so his only choice was to just go with it until he could find out. It was hard to judge a wound when he couldn't really see it, he mused, at least given the removal of his Healing Technique.

He ran his arm across his forehead once more, wiping the slowing stream of blood away and glanced down at it, seeing that the bandana was indeed slowing the bloodfall. His entire body was fairly sore from the onslaught, but nothing too serious that would prevent him from continuing on. He'd seen a few others encounter far worse fates. His mind wandered to the moment they'd entered the fight, seeing the ever jolly pirate as his eyes opened wide the moment his intestines propelled themselves out through a hole in his back in an attempt to escape the battle that was to come. It was very similar to how a flock of birds and animals could be seen rushing towards you just a few moments before you would see the lion leap for your throat.

Reijin really had no idea where to go from this point and every bit of direction or heading he'd had before the battle had taken him for a turn. He'd intended on heading further south, but he hadn't noticed Vejita making the same mistake he'd noticed when they'd first pulled out their maps a few days before. Vejita had been holding the map upside down at the time, and it became obvious to him that Vejita had not yet rectified reading the map that way. So instead, they had traveled north, right into the heart of enemy territory.

So where was he to head now?

The fighter finished struggling to his feet, holding onto the remains of a tree trunk that had been devestated by his landing, and looked in every direction. By sheer randomness, Reijin's foot nearly caught on the shoulderstrap of the bag he'd been wearing, and he kneeled down, using the tree trunk for balance as he lifted the bag and threw it onto his back. Everything was there, his map, his flashlight, even his weapon was still attached to his sides. He didn't really remember resocketing it after use, but then in battle he did everything by sheer instinct.

To the gaping mouth of Hell then.

He took his first step, biting back the pain. It grew easier from there. One step at a time.