Sam swatted the ghosts away— but they were only distractions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a unit of nurses on a speedboat. They aimed large bows into the air, their thick strings notched with syringes.

“Administering sedatives,” said the ghosts. Sam swatted as many as he could out of the air to no avail. With that many needles, some were bound to hit their mark. Most glanced harmlessly off his armor. But one needle lodged itself into his neck.

Immediately Sam’s arms grew heavy, his steps became less precise. His vision blurred and doubled the already enormous army before him. Thermometer after thermometer jabbed into his ribs, his thighs, his arms. He could hardly lift his sword.

- Ragnarust Round 1