Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5583506-20190903160506

A steel beam had buried itself through Shanks' side. It had thoroughly impaled him and his blood seeped alongside its cold metallic surface. He clenched his teeth hard as he tugged at it with one arm, and bit together hard in a growl as he could feel tendons and sinews burst. He had to stop for a moment to breathe as the pain was making him dizzy, before he jerked at it again. It came lose a little, and blood started to squirt all over his jeans and shirt.

He made another short pause, gathering his thoughts and mustering all the strength he had left. He couldn't let himself go unconscious before it was completely out.

When he felt ready, with regained strength in both of his arms he took a deep breath, and took a firm grip around the beam on both sides. "One... two... THREE!" he snarled and started to pull.

Bit by bit the long sharp piece of metal went straight through him, and pain was singing from every nerve in his abdomen. He clenched his teeth together so hard he thought they'd shatter and tears began to well up in his left eye.

"FUCKINGCUNTASSFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKHELLASSSHITFUCKASSFUUUCK!" he screamed as the metallic piece slid entirely through him. He collapsed to the side with dampened groan, shaking from the experience. Blood kept pumping through the gaping hole, but he knew that the healing had already begun to work its wonders.

Shame about the clothes, he reflected as he crawled forward with the one arm that wasn't still shaking like an aspen leaf. He found himself a piece of hull to lie down against, clutching a hand to the dark hole in the side of his guts.

He wheezed and his head was spinning. At this point he wouldn't have minded a steel beam impaling his skull as well if it meant getting rid off the headache.