Mart was vomiting blood, he found himself looking up at the night sky, raindrops falling on his handsome face which was bloody from the blood he was vomiting.
"Where are the power ups Carl was talking about," Mart thought wryly even though it hurt, but he had gotten a little used to the pain by now.
Mart turned his head to look at the intruder.
The intruder was clutching the left side of his abdomen, as several drops of his blood had fallen on the grass and earth just before.
Isirid created twelve poisonous spears, and the intruder recoiled only at the sight of the spears.
