Jed sat in his seat, next to Robin, his adrenaline was high and he was close to trembling. The drop was nearly as bad as the fray. Jed always found an enemy he couldn't see much more frightening than one he could look in the face.
The first time he'd seen actio, he nearly pissed his pants, he was positively green. But he'd come home in one piece...granted, he was missing a finger and a big chunk of his calf. But with advanced medical procedures, he was cleared within a week.
He didn't plan to lose anymore fingers now though. Ever since his first battle, he'd grown field-smart, he hadn't received anymore major injuries since the one that had burnt his face.

He tried to breathe deeply, to calm his rattling nerves, bit with the hulking behemoth of battle lurking around a corner, he needed ever bit of positive demeanor he could muster up.
"It never gets any fucking easier," Jed breathed, so only Robin may hear him, but even then it wasn't definite.

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