"Eh…?"
A suddenly sharp pain pierced through my gut and I began coughing out splots of blood. Staggering, I gagged as I clutched my midriff with my free left hand.
"Argh…!"
Glancing down, I saw blood running freely from the wounds Sha Chen had left in my torso – the ones where he stabbed me with his whip, and one of them having been aggravated when he attacked me there again. You know, the time when he stabbed me in the gut and laughed at me, sneering about how nothing was more painful than being hit in the same place.
Sadistic fucker…and this was the same guy who was trying to preach some nonsense about honor and not stealing an opponent's weapons. Fuck that bullshit. I didn't blame him for his tactic of aiming for my injuries to inflict maximum damage on him, but at least I wasn't hypocritically forcing my values or warrior code on my enemy.
"Damn it…"
