[i]The Templar had a small stream of blood leaking from the right corner of his mouth, and both his eyes were closed shut. He managed a small nod after Leonidas was done talking, and gritted his teeth. Then the needle was jabbed in his neck. He winced and groaned in pain as the liquid seeped into his veins. He clenched his remaining hand into a fist, his blue eyes flying open. His breathing became a wheeze again. Sure, he was very much used to pain, but it so hurt like hell. [/i]