Left- right- up, down, slide!
Theo'd dodged about seven, cut through three but took a solid hit on the left shoulder.
It was a miracle it missed his groins while he ducked- but the hitting part was perhaps not that great.
Even the blood froze.
The arm was gone.
'Shit.' The pain shot up- almost like tearing him apart. Slowly inching up- breaking all his molecular bonds. "Argh…" Just groaning wasn't enough.
Actually, he wanted to get rid of the arm just so he could get rid of the pain- but he persevered.
He felt faint.
'NO!'
Losing consciousness now meant the end. He stumbled but didn't fall.
With the stick equipped- he dashed for the king. He couldn't afford to just stay back and get hit again. There were still about half a dozen or so chunks floating around. Apparently, the king could make them without a hitch.
'Turbo! Turbo! Turbo!'
[Turbo stacked thrice]
[All attributes increased by 33%]
