Up there in the top ten worst that he had come to experience. Maybe the eighth?
Genjo began to expect anything to happen during his stay on the Voidtrecker and the worlds it brought him to. But as strange a sight as it was to come face to face, slow blinking at the presence of a dragon made entirely of water; he chalked this up as something reasonably normal compared to most things.
But then realization had hit his half-groggy mind as to what would happen. His eyes suddenly widened, and his expression dropped as subtle panic took hold, and he did his best to act.
Quickly rolling over and pressing his hands into the sand to push himself up and run.
But it was too late. It was Genjo's fault for dropping his guard. A cold, sharp wave of salty seawater hit him full blast the next thing he knew, entrenching him for a brief moment as he stood there. The strap stung with salt as it hit old injuries causing him to wince and grit his teeth. But despite the stinging pain he endured, his reaction was brief.
It wasn't as bad as it had felt a few weeks back. Genjo was getting better.
He was quick to sit back up after impact, his eyes staring violet daggers towards his known attacker. Shoulders tense and voice gruff as he screamed out.
Salty Monk... This Monk Is Made Of Salt
Up there in the top ten worst that he had come to experience. Maybe the eighth?
Genjo began to expect anything to happen during his stay on the Voidtrecker and the worlds it brought him to. But as strange a sight as it was to come face to face, slow blinking at the presence of a dragon made entirely of water; he chalked this up as something reasonably normal compared to most things.
But then realization had hit his half-groggy mind as to what would happen. His eyes suddenly widened, and his expression dropped as subtle panic took hold, and he did his best to act.
Quickly rolling over and pressing his hands into the sand to push himself up and run.
But it was too late. It was Genjo's fault for dropping his guard. A cold, sharp wave of salty seawater hit him full blast the next thing he knew, entrenching him for a brief moment as he stood there. The strap stung with salt as it hit old injuries causing him to wince and grit his teeth. But despite the stinging pain he endured, his reaction was brief.
It wasn't as bad as it had felt a few weeks back. Genjo was getting better.
He was quick to sit back up after impact, his eyes staring violet daggers towards his known attacker. Shoulders tense and voice gruff as he screamed out.
"WHAT THE HELL, OLD MAN!?!"