Thal staggered as though struck, stumbling half off the body, one hand still gripping the weapon. He'd felt the mana in the air, as surely as he used to feel mana in the plants throughout the Shroud, but it didn't remain there. It hit him like a blow to the face, warming the mask against his features and sinking into his skin before running like water down his spine and outward to each limb. His tail shivered and lashed. He flexed his fingers, feeling a strength in them that he didn't recall knowing. The mana that had fled from the Amal'jaa vibrated under his skin and pulled him upright, and then as soon as it had come, it was absorbed.
In its wake, Thal stood wide-eyed and feeling more rejuvenated than he had in years, despite the gash across his chest. He let out a long breath through his nose and, almost absent-mindedly, yanked the barb out from the dead guard. "So that's the old man's trick," he muttered in half disbelief, and stifled a shudder at the disconcerting thought that followed. "... Guess it'll be useful for this," he added lowly to the corpse.
Stepping around it, Thal glanced back the way he'd come through the crag, suddenly anxious that the Amal'jaa's cries might bring others. He saw nothing immediately, but that didn't mean they weren't coming. Turning quickly, he broke into a run down the crag, keeping to one wall and gripping the barb at the ready.
In its wake, Thal stood wide-eyed and feeling more rejuvenated than he had in years, despite the gash across his chest. He let out a long breath through his nose and, almost absent-mindedly, yanked the barb out from the dead guard. "So that's the old man's trick," he muttered in half disbelief, and stifled a shudder at the disconcerting thought that followed. "... Guess it'll be useful for this," he added lowly to the corpse.
Stepping around it, Thal glanced back the way he'd come through the crag, suddenly anxious that the Amal'jaa's cries might bring others. He saw nothing immediately, but that didn't mean they weren't coming. Turning quickly, he broke into a run down the crag, keeping to one wall and gripping the barb at the ready.
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