[Thankfully the herd has thinned enough that the whirlwind of swords further dissuades them--limping, hissing, they stagger back and away. They are safe, at least for the time being.
Wujiu hisses in breath through his teeth, one hand holding the umbrella close, the other fist pushing himself up from the ground, his flayed-open back stretching painfully. For what? For everything.]
I'm...fine. You can...go. [Gritted out as he tries to deal with pain that he hasn't felt this acutely in a while. Where was the flesh stitching together, wounds melting off...? He feels cold.]
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Wujiu hisses in breath through his teeth, one hand holding the umbrella close, the other fist pushing himself up from the ground, his flayed-open back stretching painfully. For what? For everything.]
I'm...fine. You can...go. [Gritted out as he tries to deal with pain that he hasn't felt this acutely in a while. Where was the flesh stitching together, wounds melting off...? He feels cold.]