Gray Wolf clutched the wound in his abdomen as he retreated to stand beside Shadow One. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his face pale as he asked, "What's that sound?"
"Sounds like a fierce beast running?" Shadow One hesitated before speaking. Regaining his composure, he steadied Gray Wolf with one hand. Seeing the sword still lodged in his abdomen, blood seeping freely, he asked, "How are you?"
"Hmph! Won't be dying anytime soon."
Gray Wolf snorted, took a deep breath, and reached behind him to grasp the sword. With a surge of spirit energy, he snapped the blade clean through at the point where it pierced his waist.
"Clang!"
The blade snapped clean in two, emitting a crisp, metallic clang. He didn't pull out the broken piece, knowing that doing so might cause unstoppable bleeding.
The battle wasn't over yet, and he could still fight!
