Her pain resonated as throbbing around him. Jin could hear her heartbeat out of sync with his own, blood spewing from the open wounds where her fingers simply fell away.
Stay still. That will hold them in place while they heal, and the sap will ensure no lasting damage, but you push yourself too hard, and there comes the point when we pull you from the grave. And I don't need Ezra mad at me for letting it get there. So don't die here.
Another would be hero, playing battle medic for some green girl. And predictably, she swooned.
Fuck! I'm lucky to have handsome musketeers ready for a damsel in distress.
The girl called for her friend's support, but without proper healing or some intervention, that wound would remain troublesome, even into the battle to come. Jin was in a foul mood already after his short-lived conversation with the Sherriff, who promptly stole his kill of the massive garbage compacting magia before he could send it to the Shadow Realm.
He wanted that pain, to taste, to savor, to take his mind off of the annoyance and anger that threatened to grow even hotter.
And Jin could see that the magic she'd chosen had already proven beyond her ability to control.
The magically imbued liquid betrayed her, so invested with power that she was not ready to command. Every emotion ran hot, and with the preexisting deficiencies of human hormones like adrenaline, that only magnified the horror that played out at her fingertips... er... stumps, as it were.
He didn’t have to imagine the pain. Close as he was, ever closer he drew like a snake coiling around its prey. Jin was there, standing over her as she held herself upright with her blade- only just barely.
"He treated you for a normal amputation," Jin observed. Under virtually every other circumstance, it was the correct decision. Apply pressure, salve, first aid, and hold out until something more permanent could be done. "Curious that he missed all of the telltale signs that you were a Hemomancer."
It was possible that the man lacked magical senses to be able to detect the heightened flow of blood through her body, or the subtle way that her flesh had discolored as a result. The stench of iron was unmistakable, however, and the way that the wound had been bleeding... and even still persisted should have been ample clue.
Yes... Jin already had a hold on the fluid, exposed to the air, dense with mana. His curse had grown in power and his ability to affect hemoglobin outside of his body had taken root. He had that inexorable link at the ready, and he could feel it.
Such a glorious, beautiful rush.
Jin felt the throbbing in his hands, the pins and needles where her fingers no longer existed, the burning at the stumps where salve had been applied to her wounds. The spirital connection and the connection between the physical were paramount to the process, and yet, the things most people might call drawbacks only excited him more.
Jin raised his hand in front of his face and smiled, closing his eyes. "Now, pay close attention," he told @Lilith as his other hand rose, and he took his index finger between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, "it's not very often I feel generous enough to give lessons."
Jin pulled at the finger, jerking it out of socket, ripping at the sinew inside of his own hand, and from the corresponding wound on the girl's hand, blood spewed out, hot, writhing, wriggling. Biomatter from within the bone splintered, stretching, taking new form as he reconstructed her finger in the most grotesque and hideously agonizing way possible.
"Now," his voice shook, raspy as the pain wracked his body and he opened his eyes slightly, staring down at her through slits. "It's your turn to try."
Stay still. That will hold them in place while they heal, and the sap will ensure no lasting damage, but you push yourself too hard, and there comes the point when we pull you from the grave. And I don't need Ezra mad at me for letting it get there. So don't die here.
Another would be hero, playing battle medic for some green girl. And predictably, she swooned.
Fuck! I'm lucky to have handsome musketeers ready for a damsel in distress.
The girl called for her friend's support, but without proper healing or some intervention, that wound would remain troublesome, even into the battle to come. Jin was in a foul mood already after his short-lived conversation with the Sherriff, who promptly stole his kill of the massive garbage compacting magia before he could send it to the Shadow Realm.
He wanted that pain, to taste, to savor, to take his mind off of the annoyance and anger that threatened to grow even hotter.
And Jin could see that the magic she'd chosen had already proven beyond her ability to control.
The magically imbued liquid betrayed her, so invested with power that she was not ready to command. Every emotion ran hot, and with the preexisting deficiencies of human hormones like adrenaline, that only magnified the horror that played out at her fingertips... er... stumps, as it were.
He didn’t have to imagine the pain. Close as he was, ever closer he drew like a snake coiling around its prey. Jin was there, standing over her as she held herself upright with her blade- only just barely.
"He treated you for a normal amputation," Jin observed. Under virtually every other circumstance, it was the correct decision. Apply pressure, salve, first aid, and hold out until something more permanent could be done. "Curious that he missed all of the telltale signs that you were a Hemomancer."
It was possible that the man lacked magical senses to be able to detect the heightened flow of blood through her body, or the subtle way that her flesh had discolored as a result. The stench of iron was unmistakable, however, and the way that the wound had been bleeding... and even still persisted should have been ample clue.
Yes... Jin already had a hold on the fluid, exposed to the air, dense with mana. His curse had grown in power and his ability to affect hemoglobin outside of his body had taken root. He had that inexorable link at the ready, and he could feel it.
Such a glorious, beautiful rush.
Jin felt the throbbing in his hands, the pins and needles where her fingers no longer existed, the burning at the stumps where salve had been applied to her wounds. The spirital connection and the connection between the physical were paramount to the process, and yet, the things most people might call drawbacks only excited him more.
Jin raised his hand in front of his face and smiled, closing his eyes. "Now, pay close attention," he told @Lilith as his other hand rose, and he took his index finger between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, "it's not very often I feel generous enough to give lessons."
Jin pulled at the finger, jerking it out of socket, ripping at the sinew inside of his own hand, and from the corresponding wound on the girl's hand, blood spewed out, hot, writhing, wriggling. Biomatter from within the bone splintered, stretching, taking new form as he reconstructed her finger in the most grotesque and hideously agonizing way possible.
"Now," his voice shook, raspy as the pain wracked his body and he opened his eyes slightly, staring down at her through slits. "It's your turn to try."
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