"Like hell I'm dying here!"
[Dark Step]
Space twisted and I blinked mid-air, reappearing over the shattered road just as another massive head lunged. Jaws snapped shut where I'd been a heartbeat ago. I hit the broken asphalt hard, boots skidding, barely dodging getting both eaten and smeared into paste.
White-hot pain flared from my missing hand. I clamped my remaining hand over the ragged stump, fingers digging in to slow the bleeding.
[Dark Recovery]
"Come on, you bastard…"
Black light crawled over torn flesh, but it wasn't enough. Again, the spell fizzled against the limits of what darkness could patch up. [Dark Recovery] was a bad joke compared to light magic.
BANG!
I threw myself into a roll. A shadow slammed down where I'd just been—a gigantic, unseen mass hitting like a falling building. The street exploded into dust and debris, a long gouge torn into it like some colossal sausage had just tried to crush me flat.
