8 In The Buff

"Filthy, drowners why did I have to run into them now of all times all I wanted to do was wash myself up in the drowning river. wait? drowners, how do I know what these things are? And the river how do I know its name?" The second drowner rushed at Little Soul, forcing him back a step almost making him fall over in fright. Regaining his footing at the last second little soul blocked with his right arm receiving deep gashes from the drowner's sharp claws.

The wound burned, the claws of the creature had acid leaking from the tips. The acid festered in his wounds slowly turning his blood black as blood dripped to the floor and wisps of smoke rose.

Holding his arm in pain, he was continuously Clawed at as he seriously thought about running away. Having his flesh ripped from his body was one thing he knew you could piece himself back together that way but, if his entire body was melted away that was an entirely different story.

In his hesitation he found a drowner throwing itself at him. He was forced down and pinned to the ground as the drowner wanted to rip his throat out. Little Soul grabbed the drowner's arms not wanting it to Claw at him and melt more his flesh away. Then proceeded to knee it in the stomach at an awkward angle giving him enough room to kick the drowner away. Right after he was met with the exact same problem the second drowner immediately jumped on him as well.

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It cut a long gash in Little Soul's chest as they both tossed and turned on the hard ground next to the drowning river. Little Soul was having enough of this got angry really angry he has only been met with death at every corner since he got here. Fueled by his rage little soul manage to forcibly pin the drowner on the bottom of him. He had his knee on the drowners right arm the other knee on the drowners chest as he had a firm grip on the drowner's left arm. His rage blinded him as little soul repeatedly punched the drowner in the face. Even as the second one came behind him and started clawing at his back.

He kept punching over and over even when the drowner stopped moving that's when he shoved his hands into its stomach ripping it open. Drowners' flesh was softer than humans, it may have had scales but they didn't cover much of its body. With a crazy look on his face, Little Soul grabbed one of the drowner's ribs from in its body in twisted it out. when the bloody rib snapped off little soul quickly turned around and slammed it into the gut of the drowner that that was constantly clawing at his back

The creature yelped in pain but, it screams fell on deaf ears as little soul grabbed the creature by the ankle slamming it into the ground as he stabbed the rib in the creature's stomach once more before piercing its throat. It gargled on its own blood about to die but before then he lifted the rib once more and stabbed it into the creature's eye ending its life.

With a dark twisted laugh, Little Soul slowly started to cry as he continued to laugh before braking down and fully sobbing. He knelt over the body fully naked covered in blood with the rib he tore out of the drowner's body still in his hand. Before curling up in a ball next to the body and continued to cry he didn't even care about what the acid was doing to his back.

He did that for about 15 minutes before he stopped. Out of tears, for now, little soul got up slowly, ever move was constant pain for him. He could not stand up straight because the acid from the drowner's nails destroyed his back. Turned it black and exposed his spine and the back of his ribcage to the world. The acid from the nails of the drowners was not as strong as he imagined it to be. It couldn't melt his body but it still damaged him seriously.

Slouched over he slowly made his way toward his curved dagger and knelt beside it. He knew what he had to do the wounds we're too bad to stitch together with his soul threads. Picking up the blade he started to cut out the corroded parts of his body. For some reason cutting off your own flesh hurt more than when someone else did it. It took him over five hours to cut everything off, his back was the trickiest part he had to move his soul around and pop it out of his body to see what he was doing.

When he was done he was sitting in a pool of his own blood large parts of him was gone, his back looked the worst it looked like someone just ripped off his skin there with their bare hands. Laying in front of him was his corroded skin black and bloody.

Too much of his body was damaged he is now missing to much flesh to move around effectively. Knowing this little soul glanced over the drowner body next to him and had an idea. "Those things look human enough, may not smell like them and are blue not to mention all the other problems but, I guess that doesn't matter all I need is their flesh". With his dagger in hand little soul steadily made his way to one of the drowner's bodies and stared to carefully carve it up as best as he could.