Night 59: Abandoned Bomb Shelter

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[ from here ]It was only thanks to Chipp's frightening speed that he and his companion managed to cover that much terrain in a single night, finally reaching a section of the mountains that surrounded the Institute that could be traveled on foot - somewhat. Chipp hit the brakes just as they arrived at the base of a narrow strip of trail, kicking up

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And here he'd thought the ninja would try to be sensible about these things.

Venom found himself shaking his head the instant the other man opened his mouth, and his rose his hands in an effort to make him stop. "I was never suggesting you weren't. I was only stating that when dealing with these situations--" The look in Zanuff's eyes (or... lack thereof. He'd never seen the man with that blank an expression before) cut the Guild Head off and, despite himself, his hand drifted toward his associate's shoulder as if to shake him out of it.

...What was--

Oh.

It took a minute for the confusion at Zanuff's sudden quietness to shift into understanding, but when the change did occur it hit hard. It wasn't entirely the loss of his Magic that caused the assassin's face to blanch and his balance to suffer: it was what came with it. Without that power in his veins acting as a distraction, all of those wounds he'd ignored before--the angry marks across his cheek and arm, the stab in his side, the new gashes dug into his shoulders and the twist in his leg--began to burn with overwhelming strength. Coupled with a lack of energy, that strength sapped his own from his bones.

He didn't have time to register the fact he'd collapsed just as easily as Zanuff had (Zanuff collapsed...? When did that happen?). The only thing that could run through his mind was the question of how someone could feel so much pain, yet still feel too exhausted to stay awake. After that, the world shut off.