Kiana, in response, met him with a punch to his right shoulder, which sent him flying back. He twisted midair to break the fall and perched on the slanting rocky side of the cavern.
The necrotic numbness from the silver void needle spread through Sagiri's right shoulder again, attempting to freeze the ancient vital channels of the N'folu.
Droplets of poisoned blood hissed as they dripped onto stone, burning tiny smoking pits into the shale.
The Archive was fighting hard against the archive, but he knew that with the raging fight its priorities had changed.
Sagiri did not flinch, drawing upon the searing fire of the Archive to cauterize the wound from within. Golden currents of the Archive surged through his veins, isolating the alchemical venom before it could reach his heart.
