The pain from the daggers stabbing into him allowed Clay to regain control of his body, but he still couldn't move. The shock made his body freeze and his mind could do nothing but focus on the pain.
His lungs felt heavy and it hurt to breathe, a stabbing pain would appear each time he inhaled, as though he was being stabbed all over again. The cultist pulled the daggers out and jumped backwards, two trails of blood following his path.
Clay stumbled back for a few steps and coughed up some more blood before collapsing onto his back. He landed right in front of Rene and she could see the struggle and pain in his eyes as he coughed up blood with each breath.
"No... No no no no no no... Clay!" Rene reached out and placed her hands on the wounds that had just been made on his ribs. She started to heal them as best she could and it was then that Cain had reached them, stopping just beside Clay and opposite Rene.