[ Everything hurt. His ears were ringing, his ribs aching with the effort that every breath required. His vision blurred, the acrid taste of blood lingering on his tongue. He needed—he just—he needed a minute. ]

“Ifn you’re not careful people’ll start to think you’re infallible. Then again maybe not. Either way I’d suggest getting out of here.”
“Yes, you look fine.” Lara shakes her head, concealing a small smile as she quietens. He’s just as bad as she is, she...
"Of course you wouldn’t,“ Thorolf muttered, watching the hero return to his feet. This was wrong and he knew it, but...