Grey could not believe his luck. With his stamina, he should have been able to battle all out like that for at least a quarter day. Between how much he had, and the speed it replenished, he shouldn't have had any issues in an intense battle.
The battle had only been going on for a few minutes, when the fuck had he hit just one stamina?
The Syrn stitched itself together, the flesh at its wound bubbling almost like a bad welding job. A grotesque black, violet, and undertones of a glowing red pooled out from it, the alien's body growing larger and larger until it was almost two heads taller than Grey.
The silk that formed the two large strands of its hair flared out like a moth's wings, its slit eyes crackling with lightning and vicious black light.
Grey tried to stand to his feet, but he stumbled again.
He tried to use the Helm of Grace, but his lip immediately twitched.
