Fwip, fwip, fwip!
Threads sliced clean through flesh and bone.
THUD!
Bodies fell around him, twitching as green fire slowly faded from their veins.
SPLURT!
A final gush of blood spattered across the snow-coated wood beneath Gray's boots.
He stood there, swaying, surrounded by a fresh pile of corpses....
There were treelings, wolves, rats, a bull-sized creature, and two different minotaurs whose heads had been twisted the wrong way by its strings.
But this time… Gray wasn't exactly... okay
There was a gaping crater in his chest, right where his heart should be. He had used his body as a shield to "survive" the last attack from the Great Minotaur.
Drip...
Blood poured from it in a steady waterfall, soaking through his shirt, dripping down his legs, pooling under him like a melted shadow.
The edges of the wound were charred black, smoking faintly from whatever hit him last.
His fingers twitched, and his vision swam.
"H-haagh... haah..."
