A sharp cry from another bout of wracking pains. A thin sheen of cold sweat on his face as he growled an oath at Ralph. If he could even move, or touch just a trickle of his powers, then he would tear this old man to ribbons, but he could not even feel the source, and the pain was paralyzing his body.
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Date: 2006-11-17 09:48 pm (UTC)"...Damn you, you ba'as benharas!"