OOC: D: drastic action...
IC: Ekriuon grunts... He looks at his arm and ponders, Sweat appearing on his forehead, his hand shaking.
This cannot be happening... I can't die like this, why... WHY! I refuse to die like this. I must regain my families honor no matter what, i will not die this meaningless death!
He grips his sword tighter "I will not die like this!" he yells. He places his sword on the arm grabbed by the magical hand, he closes his eyes, bites his teeth and cut's it off.
Ekrion falls on the ground, Blood flowing from his hand, his sword falling onto the ground, red, stained. He is exhausted, shakilly Ekrion turns on his back, pushing his arm against his clothes to keep it from bleeding out. His vision is going blurry, what is an arm compared to a life he tought... nothing, it is nothing... His eyes are heavy, his head is pounding, almost as if it want's to burst open. His vision is fading, he can feel it slipp away, conciousness is slipping away... whatever happens, I refuse to die! And then, everything is black. Around him is only void, he is in his own mind...
OOC: if it was not clear, I am unconscious and eh... cut of my arm to be free from the hand trying to drag me into the ground... yea, drastic.