PS. Card Game, topic as stated.
"Thud!"
Leonard Churchill was sent flying, crashing into a huge block of bluestone and vomiting a mouthful of old blood.
When he glanced around, the mysterious figure had disappeared like a ghost, without a trace.
If not for the fact that he was attacked, he might have thought it was an illusion.
The intense pain from his injury rushed through his body like a tidal wave, preventing Leonard from thinking much about why the stranger attacked him.
It took a while for Leonard to realize that he was still alive.
It felt like he had taken a breath of air just before drowning. He gasped for breath heavily: "Huff...huff..."
Yet, even these few breaths felt like inhaling countless needles, causing pain as if his lungs were riddled with holes.
Unable to bear it, Leonard vomited another mouthful of bloody sputum and made a self-mocking bitter laugh: "Such a terrible injury."
