Re: Remnants of Cyre <Team Two>
The momentum from the spin added more power to Zin's attack, but also exposed him to danger. The corpse bit him hard in the forearm, easily tearing through the bright fabric that made up his sleeve. The changeling cursed, screaming in fear and pain. He was able to rip free from the beast and move backwards away from it, before bringing the blade down.
"The South-West?" The changeling is wary to go there, but even more frightened of remaining. "Let's go!"
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