"What makes you think I need help?" The boy laughed quietly, the blood rushing to his head making the ground below seem to shake and quaver. Dizziness began to spin his vision until his closed his eyes, focusing on staying alert. The throbbing in his shoulder had faded to a dull ache, and the blood had stopped flowing.
Bringing up his left arm with a grunt, he pulled himself up to sit on top of his sword. With both arms free, he reached back with the right and tore out the hooked tentacle with a new spattering of red fluid. Tossing aside the limb, he rubbed his shoulder.
Bringing up his left arm with a grunt, he pulled himself up to sit on top of his sword. With both arms free, he reached back with the right and tore out the hooked tentacle with a new spattering of red fluid. Tossing aside the limb, he rubbed his shoulder.
