The blade ripped through his shoulder, sending his hatchet, alongside the arm it was attached to, rolling away along the forest floor. Not giving the man any time to scream or retaliate, he dealt one more attack, which was enough to finish him off.
He then turned to the last player, who was screaming in pain as he ripped the vine out of his shoulder. Merlin could see purple spots slowly form and spread up his neck. The man retaliated by slicing the vine with his sword, forcing it to quickly retract back into Merlin's body automatically.
"What the hell is that?" The last player shouted while clenching at the wound he just received. "How is that fair?"
