Because apparently it's not enough to have been transported to a crashing train after he'd died peacefully in the Silver Wood, there's also a black sludge that's attaching itself to people. Holland has managed to steer clear so far -- he has a deep aversion to mysterious black substances after being possessed by an entity made of void-black magic -- it seems he won't get much choice in dealing with it.
At a short distance from the train, trying to get his bearings, Holland's gaze catches the smooth predator gait of a man that's well on the way to being swallowed by the black. His right arm is broken and bloodied from the crash (which is mostly just a nuisance), so Holland uses his other arm, reaching out and snagging the back of the man's collar, bringing him to a stop.
One green and one wholly black eye dart over the man, evaluating, expression largely cool and blank. This man looks like a threat. He also doesn't look even remotely alarmed by the substance crawling up his arm.
"I have a knife, if you'd like to cut off your affected limb," Holland offers, with the careful diction of a king, half-cloak shifting in the breeze. "It seems to be spreading. Are you in pain?"
assimilation (i'll let you flip a coin on a or b :D)
At a short distance from the train, trying to get his bearings, Holland's gaze catches the smooth predator gait of a man that's well on the way to being swallowed by the black. His right arm is broken and bloodied from the crash (which is mostly just a nuisance), so Holland uses his other arm, reaching out and snagging the back of the man's collar, bringing him to a stop.
One green and one wholly black eye dart over the man, evaluating, expression largely cool and blank. This man looks like a threat. He also doesn't look even remotely alarmed by the substance crawling up his arm.
"I have a knife, if you'd like to cut off your affected limb," Holland offers, with the careful diction of a king, half-cloak shifting in the breeze. "It seems to be spreading. Are you in pain?"