I posted tidbits from chapter for on twitter tonight.
“Fairly simple. Find their weak point and -- strike!” Trent replied, laughing a bit.
He’s bleeding, I thought, he’s bleeding and possibly dying and I can’t do anything and oh my God he’s bleeding. He’s bleeding.
this was given to some of my friends:
“What the hell was that for?!” Adam yelled, grabbing my arm as I moved to pull back. He twisted it backwards quickly, pushing it hard against my back and I nearly screamed in pain. A gruesome pop! sounded as my shoulder slid out of its socket and dislocated. Now, I was looking down at the ground, blinking through tears of pain and trying to make it hurt less.