#iblade

As the rain poured down, hitting the walls of the buildings he'd been using as shelter, Talepheros tried desperately to gather his thoughts.

He knew he was badly injured, a sword through the abdomen tends to do that to people, but he wasn't done yet. He'd tied the elastic material of his under-armour around the wound to try and stop the bleeding, but he was still fading fast.

And that was when he heard the footsteps.

Turning to face the newcomer, he held out his palm with a purple ball of energy ready to fire.

"Stay back! My apologies, but I'm afraid I'm in no condition to take risks!"