Dr. Kratos’s voice boomed once again: “Go forth: Medics of Hades! Fill out your forms with the samurai’s blood!”

Golden spirits flew from the ship. They clutched their grim clipboards and slammed them against Sam’s face. Papers fluttered about. As the forms cut his cheeks, he could hear their ghastly whispers: “Allergies,” the Medics of Hades said. “Pre-existing conditions… major surgeries…”

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.

- Ragnarust Round 1