The flickering light played with his vision, bleaching it out, making it harder to discern shapes, eventually he stopped spinning the lash and let it fall to his side. Still glowing but not slicing through anything, because he wasn't willing it to. He felt as if he were going to fall over from the drain. The blood attached him to the object, allowing it to do his will, like an extension of his arm. But it took allot out of him, the longer he used it, the more exhausted he would become.

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