He gasped for breath, his hands clawing at his chest as if a desperate attempt to claw oxygen back into his lungs as they felt like they filled with fire. Only to find that a burning pain began to surge through his arms, looking up to see the flesh on his and arms barely clinging to his body. The smell of charred flesh filled the air, tinged with the faint aroma of herbs upon his skin began to grow more fragrent as he tried to move around.
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