Blade of Cimmerian Shade (2)

"F-Fuck,"

Gray just barely managed to get his blades up in time, but even then, he still suffered substantial damage.

A gaping hole bled at the side of his ribs, sending out searing jolts of pain as the warm afternoon wind blew past it.

Although the rupture he had created with his sword temporarily prevented elven soldiers from surrounding him, it was only a matter before they found another way around it.

"Master!" shouted Tesse as a bullet went hurling towards Artemis.

"It seems you have a friend," whispered Artemis, her black tentacle effortlessly blocking the bullet.

'I h-have to m- Fu#$#@$%' Gray's thoughts became unintelligent screams. The burden of containing so many souls finally overcame him, his sanity lost in the pool of specters.

As Tesse ran towards Gray, ignoring the look Artemis was giving her, she noticed something was off.

Gray had stopped moving, he simply stood there, blood dripping down his side at a dangerous rate.