[The bone chunk clocks him square in the forehead. Natsuno sways in place, struggling to keep his balance as he grips the oar. Glowing blood flows from the gash and in his eyes, burning.
The torn flesh starts closing around the wound, but it still hurts. Natsuno wipes his bloody brow and hopes he stops seeing stars soon.]
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The torn flesh starts closing around the wound, but it still hurts. Natsuno wipes his bloody brow and hopes he stops seeing stars soon.]