Re: The Grand Battle [Round 2! Free Falling!]
07-18-2009, 05:54 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by OddGuy.
After using the knife, Nathan felt an odd tugging in his right arm. At first, he dismissed it as nothing, but after raising his arm once more, he felt his shoulder muscles and ligaments begin to tear. It was excruciating.
" GYAAA! AUGH!" Nathan incoherently screamed. A large cut was now apparent on his arm, and blood spwed out like a grotesque fountain. Lutherion then began to laugh at his plight.
"HEEEEHAAHAAH! The boy doesn't even know what he's doing! He's so bad at it, he might do better had he stabbed himself! HAHA!" Lutherion cackled, and the Shadow Wight did the same in an unearthly tone that sounded like Nathans own voice if it was convoluted almost completely beyond recognition.
Emily looked at Nathan. " What an odd wound. However, I may be able to heal it later, so quit whining, unless you want to die." she began to say, perhaps to reassure him.
"I... I'll try..." Nathan managed to say, knife upraised. As he lowered it once more, he felt his arm muscles simultaneously rip in multiple areas, managing to cut a decent wound on the Shadow Wight and have the proceeding shock wave knock the ball of flesh from Lutherion's hand onto the floor, timer reading 21:05.
After the swing, his arm hung at an odd angle, misshapen. Nathan bit his tongue until it bled in order to stifle another scream.
After using the knife, Nathan felt an odd tugging in his right arm. At first, he dismissed it as nothing, but after raising his arm once more, he felt his shoulder muscles and ligaments begin to tear. It was excruciating.
" GYAAA! AUGH!" Nathan incoherently screamed. A large cut was now apparent on his arm, and blood spwed out like a grotesque fountain. Lutherion then began to laugh at his plight.
"HEEEEHAAHAAH! The boy doesn't even know what he's doing! He's so bad at it, he might do better had he stabbed himself! HAHA!" Lutherion cackled, and the Shadow Wight did the same in an unearthly tone that sounded like Nathans own voice if it was convoluted almost completely beyond recognition.
Emily looked at Nathan. " What an odd wound. However, I may be able to heal it later, so quit whining, unless you want to die." she began to say, perhaps to reassure him.
"I... I'll try..." Nathan managed to say, knife upraised. As he lowered it once more, he felt his arm muscles simultaneously rip in multiple areas, managing to cut a decent wound on the Shadow Wight and have the proceeding shock wave knock the ball of flesh from Lutherion's hand onto the floor, timer reading 21:05.
After the swing, his arm hung at an odd angle, misshapen. Nathan bit his tongue until it bled in order to stifle another scream.