[Heiro]

Manak feels cold. Unnervingly so. Calmly, he looks around, putting his hands to the marble floor, and trys to stand once again. Not budging, he slowly, but surely, comes to the conclusion that he can't move himself without doing something about the sword. Somehow, though, he senses it to be his though for the life of him he can't remember why, how or otherwise anything from the previous... could it of been night?

Sighing he pushes himself up with all this strength, slowly due to friction on the blade, and seeming atprohete in his arms, he begins to raise. Smiling at his sucess, he ignores the obvious sharp pains from his back. Almost giggling, he slides along another few inches before stepping his feet underneath and pushing with everything in his body. Wretching the sword clear from the marble, he sighs. And begins slide the long blade out through his back, Inch by bloody inch, until the pain subsides. Letting it fall to the floor, he drops to his knees and weeps, pain overtaking him for a moment, before dulling and returning to the state of cold on the other side.

"What an experience. What an experience indeed."