Fion screamed. Pain ran through his entire body as he felt the black forms sink their teeth into him, and he was unable to even move enough to try and shake them off. He howled out in rage, shoving mana down his right arm and through the sword he held in his hand to try to conjure something, anything that would repel these monsters and break him free, but the black creatures almost seemed to sense the mana flowing through his arm and immediately shifted their focus to it. Every single monster began to gnaw on his right arm, and Fion began to feel the pain overwhelm him as he began to be unable to feel his arm anymore. Gritting his teeth, he shoved even more mana through what remained of his arm and managed to conjure wind blades swirling around him, slicing up the creatures attacking his arm. 

But in his pain-stricken state, Fion had lacked the control to ensure that his own spell wouldn't harm him, As a result, his own wind spell sliced off his right arm completely at the shoulder. Numb with shock, Fion could only stand, imprisoned in the mound as his vision began to black out. 

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[i]Fion stood on a white plain that stretched for as far as he could see. A black sky loomed above, darker than any night that he'd seen before. Looking down at his shoulder, he frowned upon seeing that his right arm truly was gone. So that was it, then. He had chopped off his own arm like a fool. But looking forward, he realized that there were bigger problems at hand. Namely, the little girl that had been appearing in his recent dreams was standing right in front of him. At this point, Fion was rather unsurprised that the bloody girl had shown up in what was probably an unconscious delusion again. Sighing, he decided he might as well pass the time until he woke up by speaking to the figure.

"So...what do you want?"[/i]