The strand stretched another inch, dragging Shade's broken ankle across the ground. He tightened his grip on the stone, but his right hand barely kept him from following. Gluttony's mouth widened along his wrist, and the thin strip of darkness began peeling away from Shade's leg, taking the little support he had managed to rebuild with it.
Shade clenched his teeth. His spine was still damaged from the previous exchange, and without the shadows holding it in place, even breathing sent a sharp pain through his back. He could feel the bones in his right leg shifting whenever the pull increased. His injuries were accumulating faster than he could recover.
