"The internal bleeding has stopped, but he's bleeding from his orifices... and by the look of it, perhaps his ass too," the cleric noted, shaking his head in absolute bewilderment. "The sheer impact has completely shattered his skeletal structure. He didn't just lose a fight; he passed out from the sheer psychological shock of the pain."
The healer turned his head, looking up at the imperial official. "Organizer... perhaps we should withdraw the round. Whatever is in those woods is entirely too lethal for a district trial."
"I agree," Flinn's father spoke up immediately, his voice trembling as he looked toward the dark woods, still entirely convinced his daughter was trapped in there with whatever monster had done this.
The surrounding crowd erupted into frantic, terrified murmurs.
"That's Crow... he's one of our three peak talents!"
"Shit, if a Level 35 assassin got completely sacked like this, what's happening to the other two?"
