The pain hardly registered to Grey at this point. But death didn't come as immediately as he expected either, forcing him to linger on that feeling and giving him enough time to think…
Did he want to die like this?
If a single sneak attack took him out, even with his Resonant Frame senses at full bore, then what chance would he stand when things really started to test him?
But there was a firmer thought in his mind.
What could he do to make it most likely his gramps would see him on the big screen.
Grey grinned a bloody grin and his Stamina plummeted by more than half in a single flashing instant of time. Burning white gold flames surrounded the hole in his stomach.
The world faded back into existence as though he had been yanked away from a long, winding path toward a distant, looming light, right back into reality…
Just in time to see a wild-faced Frantz appearing in front of him with spear in hand ready to skewer his head through.
'Not this time, asshole.'
