http://teabastard.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] teabastard.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2011-11-06 11:23 am (UTC)

[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1188111.html?thread=80867855#t80867855)]

There were monster corpses strewn across the floor, even so close to the patient rooms. For once, it just made England smile instead of hurrying onwards. What did he have to fear?

As if in response, there was a yowl in the darkness and something leapt at him, claws digging into his legs, drawing long scratches downhis thigh. That's all they were now, scratches. Nothing more serious. He kicked the cat off him roughly, sending it flying, and quickly stabbed it through, leaving the sword there until it ceased struggling.

He gave it a disdainful look and then peered down at his leg in the light of his torch. To his satisfaction, the wounds healed quickly until there wasn't even a mark.


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