OLIVER
None of the attacks seemed to be working in his favor. The fire was completely ignored, unlike the last time he used it where the person believed it to be real. To make the matters worse, the tray didn't even stop Loren at all, hell, it seemed to give him even more fuel.
His work towards removing the icicles seemed futile as the moment he tried to yank out another icicle, his hand was left with a cut on it. Wincing, he tried to move the table to block him from Loren's attacks only to have even more ice thrown his way. As icicles pierced into his chest he let out a yelp and collapsed onto his knees. With only one idea left, he willed the blade that lay on the couch to fly straight for Loren's leg, hoping that it'd be able to pierce into his upper thigh and give him enough time to figure out these icicles. It hurt, but it would be fine. Loren could heal him. He would be fine.
His work towards removing the icicles seemed futile as the moment he tried to yank out another icicle, his hand was left with a cut on it. Wincing, he tried to move the table to block him from Loren's attacks only to have even more ice thrown his way. As icicles pierced into his chest he let out a yelp and collapsed onto his knees. With only one idea left, he willed the blade that lay on the couch to fly straight for Loren's leg, hoping that it'd be able to pierce into his upper thigh and give him enough time to figure out these icicles. It hurt, but it would be fine. Loren could heal him. He would be fine.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
