"I don't know if I'll be intact enough for much of any reward, unfortunately." Her decay was definitely accelerating, and it took more and more energy to keep her whole.
"I'm not doing anything." Malum reached to the edge of the circle, and his hand recoiled.
Tors looked at Wynn, dead eyes still somehow incredibly sad. "I don't want to be a bother. Either way, it's temporary."
I think that's quite good as well! Poetry doesn't have to be a rigid rhyming scheme. Free-verse poetry is poetry without rhyming at all. Do whatever you feel like.
TAAron had a pouch of coins, providing bits of metal for both of them to use. He was indiscriminate in his attacks, and not very careful.
"He went to his office, I think."
"What's Minecraft?" TAAron lunged at a skeleton and used pewter-enhanced strength to tear it apart, weaving with unnatural reaction time to avoid attacks.
"Sure. Nice to meet you properly. I seen to recall seeing something dangerous about you last time we met. Has that been resolved?" The was a forced formality in his voice that seemed to be hiding a deeper emotion.
Clinic: Lobby
TAAron stood there for a moment, feeling very tired himself.
Clinic: Calano's Office
There was a whisper in Calano's mind. It was Emma's voice again, though this time it seemed very distant. "Calano?"