Capítulo 677: Fame of Doom
I coughed myself awake; some idiot was pouring some sweet concoction down my throat.
"No, you damn fool." a female voice urged me. "Drink. Swallow, at least."
I almost gargled words; my tongue rebelled, so I swallowed, just to get the syrup out of my mouth.
[One day's healing in 120 seconds (two minutes).] The timer started.
What. The. Seven. Hells?
I mean, I knew of course. One of the greater healing potions. But who would waste one of those on me, and why?
I rubbed the haft of the Spear across my forehead, and tried to put together a world that no longer made sense.
"We need to cut the arm off." someone was saying.
"What? No you don't." I said.
"Right here. I'll pull the shoulder joint out..."
"Severing Strike!" said another male.
[New Health Condition: Right arm missing.]
I screamed and briefly passed out.
Fuckers.
Fuckers.
PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES 
Mike_Kochis
Mike_Kochis So YES, Rhishi is absolutely out of his element. It's something that I'm going to pound in like a railroad spike.
And... no spoilers. Rhishi isn't going to be an exceptional Spear Hero.
Thank you as always for your ongoing readership. It means enough to keep me up late on a night before new work. Not all night, but enough to get the chapter down.
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