Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27260597-20150821134207

Desi inhaled sharply as the sickle pierced into the area around her left shoulder. Blood/fire gushed out, and a fiery feeling flashed through her body. As Eldrimnir pulled the sickle down her body, Desi's body was painted with the red of magical blood and flames licking her body. She struggled to get the blade out, but the witch pushed it deeper and deeper.

The gash was growing wider with every tug, and the pain shot through her body. This was probably what it felt like to be chopped into pieces by Kronos's scythe. Then she wondered why she was think about Cursy Jackson books when she was in REAL danger.

Sam had knocked himself out by accident, and Desi tried formulating a plan in approximately 3 seconds. She gritted her teeth, grabbed the chain, and attempted to yanked Eldrimnir closer, so she could force the hag on her back. All the while, she was losing blood quickly.