[ Hauled up on deck with haste, he coughs and hugs his side where the blade sliced through, dizzily aware of his friends creating a protective circle around him. His body is cold with a biting wind kicked up from the icy waters and he sees yellow eyes rising out of the darkness. So many. Merrow? Monsters? He locks gazes with one and murmurs through a mouthful of blood, ]
I don't have your damn orb ... Leave me alone.
[ He doesn't know how, but it feels like he's heard by all of them. They convey a hatred he's tired of dealing with. ]
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I don't have your damn orb ... Leave me alone.
[ He doesn't know how, but it feels like he's heard by all of them. They convey a hatred he's tired of dealing with. ]
Leave my friends alone.