I coughed blood from my position inside the crater on the wall, looking down helplessly at my utterly mutilated body, watching all the tens of System Prompts take up my entire field of view.
[All ribs have been broken by a Blacksand Scorpion]
[Your lungs have collapsed]
[Your heart has been impaled]
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That was some Claw-Swipe. Abisai wasn't joking when he said Failed-Disasters were stronger than other Crisis-Class beasts. The Shadestalkers might as well be children compared to strength like that.
It had come completely out of the blue if I was being honest. I'd noticed the beast was being extremely passive, only ever defending my attacks. It had only served to confuse me for a good while, until that Car-sized claw rammed me so hard I turned into a missile.
