"I'm fine," snapped Draconis, "I'm just a little tired. It's not safe for you to be around me now. You need..to get back."
Goddamnit, just push it back down and it'll go away.
Amarth did not heed the warning, extending his arm to try to help Draconis.
"I..told you..to get..BACK!"
I can't stop it. Just fucking concentrate. I will not allow myself to be weak like this. CONCENTRATE, GODDAMN YOU!
Tiny wisps of black enveloped Amarth's legs, making their way up his body. Soon they covered him head to toe and a horrific vision began to occupy Amarth's mind.
Bodies strewn across a vast plain. The nearby creek runs crimson with their blood. There are only two left standing: Amarth and a boy, about 16. Both have drawn their swords.
I'm supposed to control this. I CAN control it.
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STEVE MCKENNA!
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