Bas caught Quinlan just in time before he fell.
"You're alright, man?"
Quinlan coughed repeatedly. Blood went out of his mouth. Thick, dark blood that smelled awful.
"Do I look alright, you goddamn rake?!"
The dark veins on his palm quickly spread all over his arms.
"Quick. Lay him to the floor." Siderius came over and said.
Bas did as he was told.
"Can you save him, Sid?" Bas said.
Siderius' mouth twitched a little bit because of the new nickname but he didn't refute it.
"Let me see the wound."
Quinlan reached his hand out and showed Siderius the back of his hand. In the heat of battle, while Quinlan was swinging the wooden stick, the ghoul had scratched him.
"Necrosis damage." Siderius mumbled.
"Necrosis? What kind of wound is this?" Bas said.
"The signature kind that belongs to the undead. They were once human but were brought to life through unconventional means. Normally, supernatural means.
This energy is what keeps them alive and it is called necron.
