The Brutal Reality

[Nox]

It felt like hot lava was flowing up his arm from the bit. It made Nox's stomach roll with each passing second. It was excruciating. It felt like forever before Nox knew true agony as the firey blade sliced through his arm like it was soft butter. He screamed. It was everything he could do to keep his mind alert. The howling echoed in the cavern, All remaining creatures this side of the pillars of rock were dead. Those beyond were snarling and trying to squeeze through the openings. But nothing got through. The power was gone for now. The world felt empty, but Nox was thankful for that one sweet rejoice. At least it wasn't power enhanced pain.

Ivan was there in the seconds after trying to make a joke. Nox was sure he was white as a ghost that had never seen the light of day. His body was flush but the second the arm fell to the ground lifeless the only pain Nox felt was that of the severed limb. The toxin was gone - he hoped and prayed and willed for it to be so. "Hospital. now." The words were short and clipped and he could feel the lights going out, but he wouldn't let that happen.

Nox tried to get up and failed. Missing limp and weakness setting in. Shock most likely. Nova came over to Nox and nuzzled his chest. "Good boy." Nox grabbed Nova's collar and the young dog helped Nox to his feet. Though Nox was sure others helped too. He just was not focusing on much. Nox marked the spot on his map in the land warriors for future reference. "Burn it all." Nox tried to grab the power but it was like pushing through mud. He was too tired, his body too weak. The power would over power him anyway.

It was slow work but Nox slipped off his backpack and it fell to the floor. It was hard to open the bag and Nox growled in frustration. His brow dripped with sweat. His body shook with each breath. He had to get to a hospital soon. At least to the entrance so they could at least get a medial team on it. "Bag. Accelerate." Nox collapsed back down. His heart was racing and he knew he shouldn't stand but he tried to again.

"Hurry." Nox wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to stay awake. With his backpack off Nox pulled his shirt off over his head. Which was just as frustrating as opening the bag with only one usable appendage. Nox growled as he managed to pull it over his head, smeared with blood. Nox tried to use his weight and remaining arm to tear off a good clean part but it only made matters worse. Nox growled. He hated being helpless.