Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170620195059/@comment-3293219-20170628211058

Zakariah's wound began to pulse violently, like a squeezed spot, spirting black ooze out of his arm, like puss. It sprayed out across the floor before regular blood followed it, creating spirals of crimson in the puddle as it slowly  slid across the floor.

The Dunmer's eyes returned to normal and he collapsed.

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"Dammit, I'll have to amputate the arm, to keep it from spreading!" Elsinian growled, drawing his saw from his bag.