His curved blade sunk through mottled grey flesh in a spray of purple ichor. Having downed the last of the Shriekers, a sub species of goblin, Bakugo slid to his knees and clutched the large gash in his side; blood spilled freely between his calloused fingers. His vision was beginning to slant from blood loss but he only grit his teeth. What a pain he thought as his face collided with the damp earth. Moments later, he heard someone calling out, but he couldn’t make out the words being spoken
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