(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

lood spurted from the shattered joint, and it took all his strength not to
collapse.
Morte gnawed on one shoulder spike, but with a yelp he was thrown aside.
Annah had circled around by then and leaped on Vhailor's back with both
daggers drawn, stabbing down on each shoulder blade. Where the wounds
would've collapsed the lungs of a living being, on one such as Vhailor it was
useless. He spun, the blades of his armor slashing Annah along her middle as
a gauntleted fist cracked across her cheek. She was thrown back by the
force, slamming into the wall where she slumped, silent and bleeding.
"Now FEEL those words, Nordom!" I demanded, and finally the bolts of force
shot from my fingertips, shattering against Vhailor in hollow cracks,
"BECOME stronger. BECOME faster. BECOME more powerful. Let that
energy within you SURFACE and use it to make you NORDOM."
Nordom's eyes widened, and I could FEEL my words taking hold - a spark,
just a spark of the energy inside of him... if I could coax it out... bring it to
the surface...
“ ,” Vhailor roared.
Spears of frost blossomed in Vhailor's path. They slowed him, cracking
against his armor. But each swing of the blade felled those blades of ice like
wheat.
"Come on, Nordom... Strength! Speed! Power! Focus!"
"AFFIRMATORY." The pupils of Nordom's eyes suddenly kliked and became
brilliant white dots, like tiny suns. His hands cranked, raised above his head
in a curious flying motion, and then settled back to his sides... when they
descended, Nordom seemed more... definite. Sharper to my senses,
somehow. Something had changed.
"...Nordom?"
"ORDER PROCESSED." Nordom blinked, and suddenly the crossbows
snapped forward. His voice was uncharacteristically deep, as if he were
speaking from within a huge stove, and then it resumed its normal tone.
"O-o-o-rder processed!"
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