Lieutenant Shao Ran kicked the door of the Necromancer's hut, the strength granted to him by his cursed blood blowing it off of its hinges. From a scream of pain from one of the men outside, it sounded like he got one.
No one expects the door to attack them. He was pretty proud of himself for such a genius tactical move.
"M-my door!" The Necromancer shouted, "I... I just replaced it last week."
Ran pulled his cloth mask up and drew Chaleb's ancestral blade, "Your life is more important than a piece of wood, kid."
Walking outside into the cool night breeze, Ran breathed in the sea salt and fish rot in the air. Because of his Sea Wolf Curse, fighting in such close proximity to the ocean allowed his ki to circulate and regenerate almost effortlessly. That combined with his healing factor, he could shrug off sword stabs as easily as wooded splinters.
It was still annoying to breathe deeply, though.
Stupid cursed sword.
