Overloaded, the Ouro, with a head full of blue-scaled hydra, didn't even know when he died. When his eyes cleared, he found a claw phasing through his chest, splicing into his cells as though vibrating its way through, and then suddenly solidifying.
PCHU.
Blood spurted, and crimson bubbled up from his mouth, spilling over his jaw and falling in a waterfall.
The eyes of the Ouro suddenly widened as he snapped out of it. His Will surged, and his body sent out a wave of violent aura in all directions, only to find that he had been trapped in an illusion of what might happen, as though Schrödinger's cat.
However, when he picked the path of life, he found Sylas' fist right in front of him.
He hurried to try and dodge, but as fast as he was, he was still a beat slow, the side of his nose and a single cheek suffering a devastating blow.
