Regardless of how many panels floated in his vision, Michael could not focus on them.
A grunt of pain escaped him before he could stop it, and then another, each one coming out with varying loudness.
Some distance away from where he lay on the ground was his spear, covered in fractures from tip to base. Layers of cracks ran across its entire length. At this point it could barely be called a weapon.
Michael's own body was not in a much better state.
The bone armor had fractures of its own running across the sections that had taken direct contact with the blood spear, and beneath the armor the body it was protecting had not escaped clean.
Michael could feel a deep burning sensation across his blood-soaked body.
"Such a sneaky monster."
It was only after everything had settled that he realized the blood was corrosive as well.
