Even as my fingers twitched and my body readied to return to combat, my consciousness still felt somewhat reluctant. Staring up at the ghostly figure of Tian Mo, I slumped back down into inaction, almost in a petulant manner.
Then I lowered my head and stared at the darkness below my mental figure. I was just so tired, so exhausted, and in so much pain. Already I could feet the beginnings of agony throbbing through my battered body, and the temptation to just stay here in blissful unfeelingness, in the warm embrace of a darkness free of pain, was too strong to resist.
My shoulders slumped, and my head hanging from my shoulders, I seemed as if I was going to return back to losing consciousness.
"…"
Tian Mo's spectral figure regarded me for a moment, looking almost as if he was astonished by my reluctance.
"You…" he growled angrily. His visage flared up into a demonic mask as he glowered at me. "You heard me, didn't you? Now get up! Immediately!"
"…I don't wanna."
