((That's absolutely fine ^.^))
Irving gritted his teeth as he felt the claws cutting into his back, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he couldn't move forwards otherwise his neck would be pressing against her fangs instead. He wanted to close his eyes as she convulsed, but something in him, perhaps his own conscience, forced him to watch as she bucked and gurgled before collapsing to the ground, her body sliding off his sword as her blood ran off it. Slowly, with a wince of pain, Irving got to his feet, stumbling backover away from the corpse. He had never taken a sentient life before. But then his mind thought back to what the being from earlier had said...about nobody ever really dieing, about just waking up somewhere. Was that possible? Normally Irving would have said no, but nothing about this world made any sense so far, and he had barely begun to scratch the surface.
The boy removed his shirt completely now, the back of it cut thanks to her claws, but the front still mostly useable. He made some adjustments to it, then with another wince of pain he slung it over his back and pulled it tight, using the garment as a makeshift bandage. Now his bare chest was mostly exposed, the boy wearing nothing more than a jacket around his waist to cover his crotch and ass and a pair of boots. "I really hope I can find something to use as clothes..." He winced again as he started to walk deeper into the tunnel. "Something to help with these wounds wouldn't hurt either..."
Irving gritted his teeth as he felt the claws cutting into his back, tears streaming down his cheeks, but he couldn't move forwards otherwise his neck would be pressing against her fangs instead. He wanted to close his eyes as she convulsed, but something in him, perhaps his own conscience, forced him to watch as she bucked and gurgled before collapsing to the ground, her body sliding off his sword as her blood ran off it. Slowly, with a wince of pain, Irving got to his feet, stumbling backover away from the corpse. He had never taken a sentient life before. But then his mind thought back to what the being from earlier had said...about nobody ever really dieing, about just waking up somewhere. Was that possible? Normally Irving would have said no, but nothing about this world made any sense so far, and he had barely begun to scratch the surface.
The boy removed his shirt completely now, the back of it cut thanks to her claws, but the front still mostly useable. He made some adjustments to it, then with another wince of pain he slung it over his back and pulled it tight, using the garment as a makeshift bandage. Now his bare chest was mostly exposed, the boy wearing nothing more than a jacket around his waist to cover his crotch and ass and a pair of boots. "I really hope I can find something to use as clothes..." He winced again as he started to walk deeper into the tunnel. "Something to help with these wounds wouldn't hurt either..."