Neos-mies

The roar of the battle was gone. It had left behind two exhausted figures in deafening silence, huddled together on the cold ground. One lay limp, but the other trembled, suppressing emotions they could not control. There was too much blood. The warm dark liquid was pouring out of the open wound, through the slash in the beautifuly white silk and dripping through his fingers, making his hands feel tainted and sticky as he frantically sought to shut the hole in his brother's side. Could they even bleed in this world? Apparently yes. But was it just for aesthetics or would he be able to stop the bleeding with what he had lying around? So far ev