Whatever rhythm Grey was building up was immediately distorted, torn, and then ripped to shreds.
He dodged backward on instinct, but his head smashed right into the force field.
'FUCK!'
Realization that he couldn't die here slammed into Grey all at once. He could only revive if Prometheus was equipped, and this damned place didn't let him use any external items.
His head spun as his knees dropped.
The blade clipped his lip, ripping up his face and through one of his eyes, just barely soaring past. Grey had a fleeting thought that his skin was far more resistant than he thought it should be before he rolled to the side.
He didn't pause this time. He realized he was fucking around too much, and now one of his eyes was ruined. It wasn't a deep cut, but his cornea was definitely split to hell, and he couldn't even tell whether he had gone blind or not because the blood gushing from his eyelid made the difference irrelevant.
