Nuskaro wavers into view.                                                                                                                                                                                     |
Nuskaro crushes his glass orb in his hand like a frail egg shell, driving the shards deeply into the flesh.  Nothing unusual happens at first as driblets of blood seep between his fingers to softly patter  |
  below.                                                                                                                                                                                                      |
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Drip.  Drip.  Drip.                                                                                                                                                                                           |
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He staggers as his blood is torn from his veins, flowing into a creature quickly growing before him.                                                                                                          |
Finally the feeding stops, leaving Nuskaro greatly weakened, but alive.