Who: An injured Lyle and anyone else who encounters him
Where: Near the barrier
Style: Either!
Status: Open.
Lyle was face-down on the ground. He breathed in the scent of the grass because it was all he could do to keep from screaming in pain. One leg felt like it had been ripped off, perhaps it had for all he knew. Lyle raised his head and tried to see where he was as blood from a cut on his forehead obscured his vision.
This was Somarium. He was back in Somarium. He didn't even bother trying to think of why or how, his brain was wracked with too much pain. So Lyle went for attempting to stand up instead. His left arm was completely out of commission, having been torn up during on of the attacks on Cherudim. Unfortunantly, his injured leg wasn't going to support his weight and he collapsed almost as soon as he stood. Wincing as he fell on his arm, he rolled over onto his back, trying to retch from the pain.
Lyle stared up at the sky. It had been a long time since he had been here on an earth. It didn't bring him any comfort. It didn't depress him to be here either. He had been past feeling anything for awhile.