An hour later.
Sheyan was already slightly panting. He was in a rather sorry state, with flesh and blood all over him, but fortunately, most of the flesh and blood belonged to others.
He had only two real injuries. The first one was on the chest, made by a Dark Templar's vicious warp blade. The wound dragged nastily from his left shoulder all the way down to his lower right abdomen. The Dark Templar must have been anticipating the cut to split his opponent in two, but it unfortunately only caused such a wound on Sheyan.
Sheyan's muscles wriggled and grew rapidly, trying to mend the wound, but there was still some residual force of the warp blade on it, so it was healing rather slowly.
