Flames staggered around, unable to see or hear anything properly. Although he could survive with so little blood for quite a while, he couldn't stop the effects. Flames cursed himself for yielding to such a thing as a lack of blood. He had been through worse, after all. He focused on everyone back home waiting for him, on his old determination to defeat the evil flying cakes and toothbrush and on the very basis of HoKaze or FireWind.
He would survive and be stronger from it. "Never give up...Get iron, replenish blood, survive, move mountain, train, help others, train, survive..." The mantra continued as he mumbled it to himself. The wind had grown cold...