The blade hurt on the way out almost as much as it had
hurt on the way in. Morg managed to keep his focus however, and the wound didn’t
bleed once the steel was free from it. Anyone looking closely would’ve seen
Morg’s flesh wriggling and reaching across the hole. When two bits of flesh
met, they held together and the wound slowly closed.
“It’ll take more than that, elf,” Morg growled at the
slender man with pointy ears holding a sword with a jeweled hilt the dripped
with Morg’s blood.
“I’ll put it through your eye next time, boy.”
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