| [Jun. 28th, 2009|12:42 am] |
Rina held herself back, speaking quickly. "Your chakra-surge modulated the flow in your hands. These are only temporary seals; they aren't stable against changes in pressure. A few of them failed--I need to replace them."
Marking the positions of the darkened seals, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He looked like a deer cornered and facing down a hungry wolf: pinned and trembling, pupils blown and unable to move. She flinched inwardly, but kept going.
"It'll hurt some--I'm sorry. But I have to remove the seal to fix it; that'll cause a chakra surge of its own. I'm quick, though," she told him with a quick flash of pride, "it shouldn't cause a cascade."
He looked like he wanted to say something in response to that, but she couldn't wait. Every second more chakra leaked through, weakening him and poisoning the surrounding flesh with uncontrolled energy. Flesh that really couldn't take any more damage.
I'm sorry, she told him again silently, and touched the brush down. |
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