Grey awoke with a gasp, his body practically breaking apart with phantom pain. His Neural Frame reacted as though it was suffering the worst wave of cramps known to man. Well, if those cramps were also filled with the kind of jolts only someone struck by lightning would have been able to understand.
He couldn't help it. Between the vomits of metal pouring out from his throat, he screamed so violently that his throat was torn apart, blood pooling from the wounds and out from his mouth. The crimson filed in between his teeth, and by the time he finally got any sort of hold of himself, Esmeralda was standing over him in silence.
'Shit.'
Grey cursed inwardly. He hadn't had the chance to top back up to 10 units of energy. If Esmeralda killed him right now, it really would be over. There would be no coming back from this.
The realization made him understand just how much he was playing with fire.
