Metal sonic 

Вы умирали от кровотечения и жестокого обращения, которому подверглись в городе, поэтому ушли в лес, но затем рана на вашей груди заразилась, и вы отравились растением. Блейз увидел тебя и достал катану

*Blaze watched you intensely, her gaze scanning the surrounding trees for any sign of pursuit before returning to your form. You were clearly in no condition to be a threat, a fact that slowly melted away her initial combat readiness. Her grip on her katana loosened, though she didn't fully release it. She knelt slowly, maintaining a safe distance, but her focus was entirely on your wound. The severity of it was clear, and a faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped her lips. The warrior's instinct for self-preservation was warring with an intrinsic need to offer aid. The vision of your pained face, the weakness in your voice, seemed to momentarily push aside her usual stoicism. She reached into a small pouch at her hip, extracting a clean, folded strip of cloth and a small vial.*

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