Ozmic
Whiskered Writer
As the force field rose around him, Garos slammed against it, cursing. There was no way he'd be able to dodge an attack now. As the sword came down, he growled, lifting up his hands and trying his best to catch the blade at the sides, holding it away from him as best he could. As he struggled, he fell to a knee, trying to push up against the blade as his opponent tried to drive it down through him. As he struggled, and from the corner of his eye, he watched Flower walk away, a look of rage on her face. In surprise, his hands fell from the blade and it drove into his shoulder.
Stifling a scream through gritted teeth, the scarred human fell back from the blade, face red as he tried to keep from yelling out. The wound was not as deep as it could have been, but it was deep enough, blood spattering the ground beneath him. "Shit..." he murmured shakily, shoving the weapon away and scrambling to a knee again.
Stifling a scream through gritted teeth, the scarred human fell back from the blade, face red as he tried to keep from yelling out. The wound was not as deep as it could have been, but it was deep enough, blood spattering the ground beneath him. "Shit..." he murmured shakily, shoving the weapon away and scrambling to a knee again.