Panoramic_Vacuum
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Pain and movement. Pain and movement. If nothing else it let Steven know he was still alive. That, and the soothing voice that was speaking to him from somewhere down a long tunnel.
‘...Important… …Got it… …Focus… …Hold on…’
“Hold… on?”
Steven tried to nod. He could do that. It took several attempts, but eventually his claws pinched together on empty air, trembling from the effort. There. See? He could do it, he could hold on. He almost laughed at how well he'd done.
It was a lot easier, too, since he’d stopped moving. Except that meant the pain on the outside was now less than the pain on the inside. His strength flagged and his claws fell slack as the poison crept further. But just as the wave of fire washed over him again, the muffled voices returned and suddenly he was doused with sweet, sweet relief.
The full effect would take time to work against such a bad case of poisoning, but the respite granted to Steven was immediate. His whole body shuddered as the pecha juice extinguished the smoldering skorupi venom, numbing it to a dull throb.
The fingers of shadowy corrosion that scrawled their way across his steel skin finally stopped their slow advance. A black peeling rust was left in their wake as they radiated outward from the four punctures left by the skorupi’s fangs.
Head lolling in exhaustion, Steven let out a low-pitched whine as his eye slid shut. Perhaps he was past the worst of it, now.
‘...Important… …Got it… …Focus… …Hold on…’
“Hold… on?”
Steven tried to nod. He could do that. It took several attempts, but eventually his claws pinched together on empty air, trembling from the effort. There. See? He could do it, he could hold on. He almost laughed at how well he'd done.
It was a lot easier, too, since he’d stopped moving. Except that meant the pain on the outside was now less than the pain on the inside. His strength flagged and his claws fell slack as the poison crept further. But just as the wave of fire washed over him again, the muffled voices returned and suddenly he was doused with sweet, sweet relief.
The full effect would take time to work against such a bad case of poisoning, but the respite granted to Steven was immediate. His whole body shuddered as the pecha juice extinguished the smoldering skorupi venom, numbing it to a dull throb.
The fingers of shadowy corrosion that scrawled their way across his steel skin finally stopped their slow advance. A black peeling rust was left in their wake as they radiated outward from the four punctures left by the skorupi’s fangs.
Head lolling in exhaustion, Steven let out a low-pitched whine as his eye slid shut. Perhaps he was past the worst of it, now.
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