I feel incredible heat at my back just before the debris crashes to the ground immediately behind me, sending me soaring across the landscape, before promptly smashes through a snowbank and sliding across the icy ground, the word "!@#$" escaping my lips in a yell. My world was swirling around me, ice and concussive force are both things not to be reckoned with. After about ten seconds, although it felt like ten hours, my vision began to clear up. I slide my two hands over closer to my shoulders and push myself up, a burning pain rushing through my left shoulder, it had obviously taken the brunt of the impact from the ice for it to feel like this. On my knees I wait for the once again hazed vision to fade, tentatively moving my good hand up to the shoulder and assess the damage, the pain was bearable, horrible, but bearable. The bone wasn't damaged to bad, a bit of a fracture could be felt underneath the skin, which had probably caused some bleeding I couldn't feel through my armour's weaving.
Damn good thing I'm right handed. I half-crawled half-slid across the ice towards solid ground for me to begin rising to my feet, avoiding any use of my shoulder if possible. I could still move the joint at the elbow just fine without pain, but that wouldn't be helpful without my shoulder moving. I sighed, my breath puffing out of my helmet's ventilation, unwelcome in the cold environment. I surge onward towards the smoke, careful not to disturb my arm. I could see the dark shape in the distance. Maybe half-an-hour walk? Well, %^-*. This isn't gonna be fun...
Oswald sighs, turning around and closing the door just before the scream echoed out, blocking most of the sound, turning it inaudible. "Y'know I am useful for more than just menial tasks...."