SPLURCH!
Azalea grunted as Mikhail pulled the spear out from behind her, leaving a large hole through her abdomen.
"Ow, fuck…" Azalea whimpered as she fell to the rocky bark of the tree branch. Her breath was ragged, and she would suck the air through her teeth as the pain made her shiver.
Mikhail looked at the pitiful sight with sorrow.
"Sorry, Azalea. This is all I can do for you. Hang in there."
Azalea spat out a mouthful of blood, before dealing with an intense coughing fit. And Mikhail watched with pity as the tensing of her muscles caused some blood to squirt out of the now healing wound.
It was slow, imperceptible to mortal eyes. But Mikhail could see the edges of her wound writhing as her cells worked to patch up the damage.
Azalea seemed too busy with her struggle to mind his presence, so Mikhail turned around and began walking along the length of the giant branch.
"Wait… Where are you going?"
