[His bones had clattered apart upon the earth but it had only taken seconds before he'd gotten to work pulling them back together. This thing wants to attack someone, it can attack him. He can do this. He just needs to find his last arm.
Only he's distracted them, looking up to see Peter work and then swing do to join him. With his left arm he waves Peter off.]
Peter, I told you to get out of here! You've got to find a healer! You're flickering like one of the--
[Dead.
Before he can speak the word, before the thought even fully clicks in his own mind, Fisher speaks. And then he finds out where exactly his right arm went.
To break a bone is one thing. To have it shatter, crushed to dust and able to feel each broken splinter of it, is an entirely different story. He's not sure if he screams-- if he does, it's more of an agonized howl. He just knows that he drops on the spot, a string-cut puppet, unable to speak through the pain of that, breath a sob as Fisher's foot grinds down. His body flickers and shakes.]
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Only he's distracted them, looking up to see Peter work and then swing do to join him. With his left arm he waves Peter off.]
Peter, I told you to get out of here! You've got to find a healer! You're flickering like one of the--
[Dead.
Before he can speak the word, before the thought even fully clicks in his own mind, Fisher speaks. And then he finds out where exactly his right arm went.
To break a bone is one thing. To have it shatter, crushed to dust and able to feel each broken splinter of it, is an entirely different story. He's not sure if he screams-- if he does, it's more of an agonized howl. He just knows that he drops on the spot, a string-cut puppet, unable to speak through the pain of that, breath a sob as Fisher's foot grinds down. His body flickers and shakes.]