My breathing hitched in my throat as I laid sprawled on the ground, my left lung punctured by a blade while shards of bones cut into my right lung, making breathing one of the most painful things I had ever experienced.
Meanwhile my body was covered in deep gashes that allowed my blood to seep into the sand around me, bringing me to a new level of coldness that I never wanted to feel again, and I could only hiss as I felt the fractures in various bones around my chest and legs, with the worst being the broken ribs and the cracked, splintered tibia.
In fact, it was easier to count which bones weren't broken or damaged then it was to count the injuries, since I had taken so much damage over the last three or so minutes in pursuit of increasing my strength, and sadly that cost me quite a lot of pain.
So, so much pain...
