[hider=Character Summery]
Location: Corridor
Health: Missing right talon, missing a handful of teeth, crown dented
Inventory: XXX
Actions: Share Klymi's pain, lost an eye, fallow the prince.[/hider]

The pain 9 felt, while immense, was nothing like what he went through at the hands of the pointy eared one. Soldiering on, 9 denied any help given by the others as his natural regeneration kicked in and stopped the blood flow. The blood was a muddy brown that tasted bitter in 9's mouth, much unlike the metallic blood that flowed through the flesh of men and elves alike. With great difficulty, 9 shook the thought of blood out of his head. This was not the time nor place to be getting hungry. In a deep concentration, 9 tossed his head left and right. Seeing as no one in particular was looking at him, he bent down and took a bite out of a fallen guard. He tasted of filth but it was food. Quickly, his body metabolized the nourishment and advanced towards web chest as he told them of a way out. 

However his advance slowed as he fell the antlers of the antlered one scrape against his shoulder, usually a bad sign. Giving a gentle nudged with his muzzle, 9 realized that something was definitely wrong. He could smell it in her blood, the sweet smell of healthy blood was gone and was replaced with a festering corruption that spread throughout her core. She wasn't going to make it, she was fading fast. The corruption had surged through her and has gotten so entwined in her body that by the time he got out of here she would have already moved on, joining whatever deity that she fallowed. However 9 couldn't allow that, he had made her a promise. Steeling himself, 9 focused the last dregs of his mental abilities and focused on the corruption coursing through the antlered ones veins.

Careful not to hurt her, 9 made an incision into the flesh of the antlered one and willed the poison out. The corrupted blood began to drain out of the antlered ones body before finding a new host, which just so happened to be 9. Quicker than a dart, the blood flooded into 9's damaged eye and began to fill it with its poison. This technique was highly dangerous as it cause the participants to both share the injury that was being healed. However whatever ailed the antlered one did not effect 9, what did was the eye that exploded. The damage from the hammer man, the physical strain of this mini ritual, plus the extra liquid forcing itself in his eye caused it to explode into a small ball off gore. Giving a screech in response, 9 staggered for his footing. Now he could use that help the shadow one suggested. Gazing down at the antlered one 9 gave a small, ragged sigh of relief. She would pull through, if just a little while longer.