Still, that much of an attack isn't enough to defeat me. While I was smiling inwardly, I noticed something that almost pricked my heart and rocked me to my core. Somehow, blood spurted from my should where my arm was cut off. Why do I have blood? Aren't I a rabid human? How come? Where did I get it?
I stared at it for a few seconds, trying to think of a reason why I was bleeding. Honestly, it looked really gory, but deep inside, I was elated. One way or another, I can finally label myself as a human. Even if I'm a rabid human before, I already have blood. BLOOD!
For the life of the flesh is in the blood... or so the famous saying goes from ancient scripture.
Slash!
And then, my other arm was cut off from me once again.