Malcolm woke up feeling a stinging pain in his chest. He groaned and sat up carefully as the spear the rogue threw was still embedded inside him.
The weapon didn't go all the way through, due to the fact that he was wearing an artifact that granted him a certain level of defense against unexpected attacks.
The artifact was a chain accessory that had disintegrated into dust as it was only a one-time use. It had taken Malcolm a long time to acquire it, as it was extremely rare and hard to find. Now it had served its use and was gone forever, which made Malcolm pissed.
The force the rogue used to throw the spear at him was powerful, and it had managed to pierce through the artifact's defense, injuring him.
Malcolm placed his hand on the spear, and with an exhale, forcefully removed it with a pained scream.
"Aaargh!"
He gritted his teeth as he held his bleeding chest, feeling resentment for the bastard that did this to him.
