Jigsaw Goes A Little Ham

Pain, that's all I can feel. It’s not a new sensation, far from it, this fragile body only held together by the light and my ghost has felt quite a lot of it. That's quite funny, isn’t it though? I would argue being dead is much better than that feeling of immense pain as my body shuts down as I die, but yet near the end, it just all fades. That’s before I’m brought back from the dead once more, my ghost saving me. However, this pain hurts even more than usual, suppose getting shredded by a grenade’s shrapnel hurts- no, know what? It hurts a lot. A groan escaped me as I struggled to stand, I looked down at my body, it was covered in blood- some mine, most the cabal. Yet that wasn’t what I was looking at, I was looking at the shards of metal peeking out of my skin, fucckkkk that's gnarly.

Oh, why is the ground coming ever closer? That's not normal.

I felt the ground impact throughout my body, with pain piercing even deeper, I'm taking a wild guess and that those shards? Yeah, they’re so much deeper in my skin. I rolled over, holding onto where an especially large shard impaled me, feeling the blood leak out.

I was so focused on myself, that I didn’t even remember I was- quite literally in a warzone. That was until I looked up and “spotted” a cabal standing over me, weapon drawn. “We both know, I’m not going to stay dead for very long, might as well make it quick and I’ll make yours quicker” I said waiting for the pain to stop, though, it escaped my mind for a while, why hadn’t my fire team come to at least check up on me? Was it normal for me to bound off and wind up like this? I suppose so. A small laugh escaped me, I really didn’t feel like dying right now, and by a single grenade then a cabal is quite a lame way to “die” even if not forever.

“Oops, too late,” My body rose, my hands grasping onto the forming bow, the arrows appeared into place- between my fingers. The arrows pierced through the cabal, the void exploding from the arrow heads, ahh, my love Shadow Shot- as for the. Aiming the second volley towards a rather large cluster of Cabal, the void whipping the surround around them. Then the bow evaporated, my hands clasped onto my shotgun, whipping it out. The blood splattered onto my face, the Cabal falling to the ground, it was scary how little I thought of their life as I pulled the trigger.

My body collapsed falling to my knees, I pulled out my ghost quickly, “Hey buddy, you want to like get someone to help me or use your funky ghost magic to help, I’m so- so close to passing out.” Fatigue, annoying- last thing I remember was my ghost getting help and seeing a fellow guardian come towards me, before I blacked out for a quick second.

My mouth was full of dry-ish blood, my body so sore, I ought to give it a break one day. “H-hey, I really don’t want to deal with my body being so- uh broken I guess? Can we just like, shoot me and have me respawn?” The person carrying me didn’t even bat an eye, suppose they thought I was just blabbering, “No, don’t ignore me, I am quite serious about it,”

When I said that, they finally looked down at me, they spoke in a rather tired tone, “don’t be silly, it would be a shame to let all my hard work go down the drain.” “What hard work, you’re just carrying me?” “Exactly, I’m being your guardian angel, pun intended. Do you know how tiring this is, I mean, I had to go over to you, place down my shield and carry your silly body back to safety. I would argue I did more work than you have ever done.” I just half grumbled, half complained back at the response, who was this person who “saved me” anyways, why do they get to decide whether we just let me respawn.

The silence was deafening, I hated it, “Hey, hey, who are you anyways?” “I’m your guardian angel, stupid.” “Don’t call me stupid, I’m not stupid.” “Uhuh, of course whatever you say my guy, but no- I’m Nox” “Nox? Funny, thats a wacky name.”

I have a feeling Nox doesn’t like seeing people die, why else wouldn’t they just let me die?