"ARRGH!" Silas's agonized scream echoed through the deserted training grounds, a raw, guttural sound that seemed to resonate with the very stones beneath his knees.
He looked down in horror as a blade protruded from his chest, its metal slick with his blood, glistening under the harsh lights. Each beat of his heart seemed to pulse more blood out of the wound, each drop feeding the cold ground beneath him. Silas gasped, his vision blurring as his own blood poured freely, staining his clothes and splattering onto the sand.
"Damn it... just what kind of ability does this bastard have?!" Silas raged silently, feeling the pain radiate in waves as Sensei Josh twisted the blade with slow, cruel deliberation.