Of Voices and Dreams (4)
"Oi—that… that hurts, bastard." Philip choked out some blood, an awful thin line dripping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were painful, almost lifeless but he held a hint of stubborness that refused to let himself be defeated. "Get yourself out of that thing's control. Whatever has it promised you, bloody riches? Can't you see through its deception. Shame on you. You're supposed to be business savvy."
Anthony's gaze flickered back into red and he panicked as he tried to grab ahold of his friend, opened his mouth to apologize but then turned to meet the wrath of the corrupted Matthew.
Anthony went flying sideways into the 'trees' and was trapped, but forced himself out of the invasive trap to direct Matthew's attention to him and spare his friend.
"Eyes on me, buddy! I'm the one who's got the money!" Anthony called out. One of his arm was broken, and it hurt—regeneration did not fix your dislocation, and that was what hospitals had been for.