[-10 HP]
Feeling a gut-wrenching pain in his stomach, Dezhong stooped to the ground, wincing as he struggled to contain himself. His body, though injured, was sore, and he knew his clone was in trouble.
"I have to get out of here. Dark Prince is in trouble."
Noticing that his friend was down, Luke walked over to Dezhong to find out what was bothering him. "Yo, Dezhong. Are you alright?" He asked but his friend remained on the ground, breathing heavily with his hand placed on his stomach. "I think Dezhong's been hurt."
"Quiet," Dezhong growled, his voice changing with each passing second. The effects of the moon had intensified recently, and his humanity would slowly slip away shortly with each passing day. "Don't call the others. I'm fine."
"I think you should take off the mask. It's making you sound weird, man." Just as Luke was about to remove Dezhong's mask, the werewolf angrily glared at his friend, his eyes glowing blue. "What the fu-"
