Luca was about to inform them that everything was alright and they don't need to panic.
When—
"Hero! Your hand!" Thea's urgent voice called out from the side, breaking his train of thought. "Look at your arm! You're losing too much blood!"
Luca looked down and he realised it was true.
Dark blood was pouring from his split forearm at an alarming rate, pooling heavily in the grass.
Along with the blood, a sudden, unfamiliar wave of lightheadedness washed over his brain, making his knees feel slightly soft.
'Oh, right.' Luca thought, a dry chuckle escaping his lips. 'Bleeding out...I forgot that's a thing that can actually kill mortals.'
Instead of panicking, the novel feeling of physical weakness actually made him smile again.
The centaurs, watching him bleed profusely while wearing a relaxed, happy grin, cringed back in renewed horror.
"Look...he's doing it again..."
"He really enjoys it...he's loving the pain..."
