yet my blood renders me a King
Sah goes down hard, landing on his back with a pained hiss. The sensation of metal piercing through him is unfortunately familiar at this point. "Oh, stab the Abandoned with shit luck. How original." The words are strained but dripping with mockery as he gasps against the burn in his muscles. Attempting to move makes it clear that he's well and truly pinned. Annoyed and in pain he glares at the spider.
Perhaps it's the blood loss and agony or maybe he's just fed up. But Sah finds himself chuckling as he eyes the monster. A low reverberation of mirth and irritation. "Well, this does answer one question of mine. You do want to die."
Glancing at Noah and Locke as much as he can, Sah calls out once his ill-timed laughter abates, "Go for the joints!"
Sah mocks the monster and yells out to the others to go for the joints.
Perhaps it's the blood loss and agony or maybe he's just fed up. But Sah finds himself chuckling as he eyes the monster. A low reverberation of mirth and irritation. "Well, this does answer one question of mine. You do want to die."
Glancing at Noah and Locke as much as he can, Sah calls out once his ill-timed laughter abates, "Go for the joints!"
Sah mocks the monster and yells out to the others to go for the joints.
Sah
