Thrumming through the underbrush, drumming up some gushed blood from one or three gashed and garish toes.
The thunderous ineloquence of hordes of bleach white pelicans gave no favor for his dying throes.
(more) His bravery was obvious, though others were oblivious, not knowing nettles nestled in their souls.
He crashed through them with no forethought, their injury of themselves wrought, while he had only one quite selfless goal.
Though bullets ripped apart his limbs, last living lung did heave within, and in that heaving hurled the girl into two arms unrolled.
"I'll not forget," exclaimed the dame, aboard a ship that bore her name, "I'll love him though I knew not of his role."
"Oh, yeah," thought James, "I should really go pick up my foot." It was difficult for James to hobble over and grab his own extremity. The splintered bone shot rivers of pain up to his teeth.
The people nearby rushed to help, but were immediately stopped by th(more)e gore. James paled quickly after he retrieved his foot, and by the time the first person braved the blood to catch him, was barely conscious. "You oughta-" he began, "you oughta call a doctor."