Pain flared across his chest like a hot iron, causing him to cringe. Yup, his ribs were definitely broken in at least one spot. It was painful to stand—let alone move around. It especially hurt when he leaned forward at all, so he did his best to keep his back straight and stiff as he walked over to the corpse. But, to his surprise, his body slowly started to regenerate. Small cuts and scrapes started to nd before his very eyes, his rib snapped back into place with a pop, and his ankle stopped swelling.
Riven was baffled. This was the second ti this had happened today alone. Was it because of the fragnt of Gluttony he’d absorbed? But he’d been kept alive before he’d actually absorbed it, when that creature had been sucking him dry like a sponge. Did it have to do with his bloodline that was still “partially locked”? He didn’t know why or how this was happening, but whatever the reason, he was glad for it.
Using his foot to roll the remnants of the creature’s face, he wiped his bloodied face off on the sleeve of his robes before kicking the mutilated skull across the room.
“God, that guy was tough…”
He was seriously glad it hadn’t full-on hit him. The hit Riven had received was half-assed and a sideswipe just ant to stun him for the follow-up killing blow. Even one of those real strikes would have easily ended his life in an instant, claymore or not, and he’d been lucky enough to co out with only a rib fracture. That rib and the bloodied nose left him in enough pain as it was.
Well, he was gunning for a mage-type class, after all. He’d have to be more careful about getting into close-combat encounters like that. Not that he hadn’t tried to in this circumstance, but he was hoping for a build that would eventually allow him to keep people at bay while he did damage from a safe distance. That included either more crowd-control abilities or more abilities involving maneuverability…or maybe even more minions that could tank for him and protect him.
The ruined city was far below him, and he felt himself free falling with screams of the bone walkers behind him growing more distant the longer he let himself go. He’d always been afraid of heights, but he found himself letting out a sigh of relief while he plumted hundreds of feet toward the ground.
Conjuring a multitude of snares and still being far up above the ground, heading toward a chasm splitting the earth of the hellscape apart, he wrapped his Unholy magic around his waist and then launched the other end at the side of the skyscraper he was falling from.
The snare stuck, and he felt an abrupt tug around his midsection when the magic stretched. He ca to a brief stop and violently slamd into the side of the building for a mont, then sailed back upward like a bungee jumper. Thankfully he’d only been badly bruised by the impact, though he had probably shattered so of his smaller bones, which he assud would heal due to recent experiences, but otherwise he hadn’t taken much damage. Bouncing a couple more tis and watching three of the bone walkers fall to their deaths past him due to their zealous chasing, he eventually lost his montum and hung along the side of the enormous stone ruin while laughing his ass off and catching his breath. This place, these experiences, the fights he endured: they were changing him. He was becoming sowhat fearless, and honestly, he was even starting to have a good ti despite the many near-death experiences. It was thrilling to co so close to death, against such odds, and still survive due to his own efforts.
Turning and watching the screeching creatures explode into various bony pieces when they hit the ground, he saluted them with a grin and planted his feet on the tower wall. “It was a good run, lads. On to bigger and better things!”
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