[A force seizes his lungs. The familiar taste of metal rises in his throat. It's happening again. Before he can finish his sentence, he keels over into a coughing fit. Blood trickles from the corners of his lips and spills onto the hand that catches it. The attack leaves him trembling and in a cold sweat.]
T... Timeout. We can still fight, I'm just...
[Ahh, this sucks. Why in front of a goddess, of all times? He was kind of having fun, too.]
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T... Timeout. We can still fight, I'm just...
[Ahh, this sucks. Why in front of a goddess, of all times? He was kind of having fun, too.]