I let out a frustrated groan of pain, slowly opening my hand, letting the sword slip out. I push myself to my knees.
Luckily, I don't need much effort for this!
I grab the sword with my other hand, push myself to my feet, then slash the blade against Eerie's arm.
Didn't want to ruin that lovely sleeve of yours, but I had to.
She grips her arm as the cut begins to fester. Right now my concoction was infecting her, she would soon be in an insufferable amount of pain.
That's Fog Venom, sweetheart. I've spent years perfecting it, and you are going to need a lot more of your aether than you have in that tank of yours to regain your strength.