Day 014: STEEL Wound
“Give me one good reason not to roast you alive.” Athvor stares at this little morsel. “I am slightly hungry.” He gave an evil grin as the last little smoke came from his mouth.
“Uh..uh..” The little creature stumbled backwards as he tried to figure a way out of this little predicament. He was really bad at not thinking before he acted. More often than not he was in situations that were not very good for his health. “I uh…. I be good guide.” I help you find evil men.”
“What do you mean?” Athvor pushed himself up the rest of the way noticing that he was not in as much pain at he thought he would be. He did fall out of the sky into a bunch of trees. He looked down at himself searching for wounds.
“You in battle.” The creature stepped forward cautiously as he pointed at Athvor’s chest, “You lost. You want get even. I right?”
Athvor found the silver spot in his chest where Junis stabbed him. It was almost completely healed over with a metallic substance that looked a lot like the metal that came out of Junis’ fist. He touched the spot expecting pain. There was none.
Athvor by
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