Point-of-View: Pavorphobus
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"Well, this isn't good...," Muttered Aratron warily.
"We aren't defeated yet...let's tear him apart!" I exclaimed as I shot towards Jagger, meeting his gaze as I closed in and chanted, "Mind Control!"
"That isn't going to work," Remarked the Elder Vampire, before a dark mist surrounded his hands as he reached out towards me with his right hand, his arm shooting out rapidly.
I quickly halted and veered across to my left as fast as I could, his hand clamping around my right shoulder.
I winced sharply as the skin and flesh around that spot rotted rapidly and painfully, sprays of blood bursting out before I managed to break free of his grasp as the flesh around my shoulder fell apart.
I unleashed a burst of Negative Energy and flew back as fast as I could, before Aratron's Devour jaws zipped forward, my shoulder regenerating as I got some distance.
