"Eliot!" She screamed as blood splattered across her face—blood from none other than him.
"Get out of here," he said, pushing more mana through his body to reinforce it. Both hands clenched into fists, he brought his elbows down hard on the creature's skull, driving it into the ground with everything he had.
Crack!
"KREEEEEEEEE!" Its head caved in under the impact, then exploded outward in a spray of gore and bone fragments.
"Damn it," Eliot groaned as he grabbed the claw still buried deep in his side. He ripped it out with a wet sound, then his knees hit the ground as blood poured from the wound, hot and fast, soaking through his shirt.
"Eliot!" Nora was beside him in seconds, dropping down to press her hands against the gushing wound. "Oh god, there's so much blood—we have to stop it! Do you have any healing potions?"
"I… don't," he forced out through gritted teeth, his vision already starting to blur at the edges.
