Squirming on the ground, a lot of thought passed through Nero's mind...
However, most of it was covered by the searing, white-hot pain racing through his arm. Or rather, the bloody stump left behind.
Blood violently gushed out of it, flowing and seeping into the dark earth.
He had, without hesitation, cut his own arm off. It had been a spur of the moment decision. Since the hide of the beast had been so tough, he had simply decided to just bypass all that.
However, it had cost him his arm and a whole lot of pain.
He bit his lips so hard, he drew blood and began crawling to the satchel he had dropped on the ground before engaging with the Pig Demon.
He pulled out a small vial of the clear liquid with trembling hands.
He tried using his other hand, but could only groan in pain and frustration.
Uncorking it with a single hand was much more frustrating than he had originally thought, but he managed to get it done, and downed it all down immediately.
