As the passengers either accept the deal or suffer through the agony, the heron has finally wriggled her way past the table barrier. She stalks toward the writhing mass of red and spreads her wings, crowing loudly. The mass lashes against the deck, scoring marks across the wood and lifting planks, but it desperately wrenches away when she flaps
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His foot is mangled and he's bleeding heavily, but already his older wounds are sealing, his arm beginning to reset itself.
"I don't need saving."
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"Really? Cuz it be lookin' like joo really need it."
Eiren's going to hate his life for awhile because this time Kevas thrusts his sword into the man's groin. Now that Kevas knows he can heal he isn't holding back.
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Stabbing Eiren's shoulder in the exact same spot, Kevas twists the blade and hauls the man to his feet.
"If joo or joor fuckin' birds evah come near my family again, I'm gonna split joor belly and force feed joo joor intestines."
In one swift movement Kevas pulls the blade from Eiren's shoulder, flips it in his hand, and, with all his remaining strength, smashes the hilt of his sword into the man's right eye.
"Alright I be done wid 'im. Rest of joo can have joor fun."
Feeling very satisfied, Kevas turns and leaves Eiren to the mob waiting for him.
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The remaining puddles of blue stuff have weakened him, and with all the blood loss and so much healing to do, Eiren's slower to block than he should be. Doubled over, he groans in agony.
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