Tusa Billingsley-Larkinson was in pain.
For days on end, he spent his time lying on a bed that had been moved to the darkened mech workshop.
His stomach and gradually the rest of his body continued to suffer as tiny quantities of phasewater dispersed throughout his bloodstream and constantly threatened to tear open his veins and other body tissue.
"Nghh…"
He should have known that this would happen.
He was not ignorant about the consequences of ingesting phasewater. There were so many warning stories on the galactic net that even children knew better than to get into contact with this lethal substance.
Just because it had 'water' in its name did not mean it was drinkable!
Yet despite how foolish it was for him to do so, Tusa did not refuse Ves' challenge.
The competitive part of his mind irrationally wanted to accept the challenge.
