He writhed on the ground in pain, his sharp wolf claws gouging deep trenches into the earth.
"Old bastard, don't go and explode yourself."
The Priest, at some unknown point, was squatting nearby munching on a fruit, speaking with his mouth full, "If you blow yourself up, nobody's cleaning up your corpse."
Lyle Sutton forced out a few words through gritted fangs: "Shut... up!"
The Priest spat the fruit pit directly into a hole in a tree three meters away, patted his hands, and stood up: "Alright, alright, I'll shut up. But old buddy…"
He suddenly lowered his voice, poking Lyle's swollen belly with his Bone Staff, "The Dragon Whisker Whale Pill's energy is too wild, want me to bleed you a bit?"
"Get lost!"
Lyle smacked away the Bone Staff with one claw, wolf eyes bloodshot, "I… can handle it!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, there was a sudden crisp "crack" from within his body, as if some barrier had shattered.
