Yet, as Samyaza lifted the nal jealot to strike Tate, he suddenly wobbled to the left. Although he stomped out a firm foot to keep his balance, his head still wobbled, eyes blinked as he fought for clarity. When awareness hit, his focus shifted down to the mânie sânge still stuck within his gut, recognizing the disturbing, disconcerting sensations that were stemming from it, as if he was being… drained.
“Sucking my blood…” he grunted. The nal jealot fell from his hands, clanking to the ground, as he stumbled backward while gripping the mânie sânge’s hilt with both hands and worked on withdrawing it from his body. But the weapon was greedy and did not want to be removed.
Weakly, Tate slugged his body forward, blood oozing from is back as he pushed himself along the ground, his hand outstr
