“All right Ward. I have no idea if this is going to work or not. Maybe the whole thing is just a ridiculous idea, but I'm hoping one of several things has happened here. Either my blood does have some kind of resistance to this poison, perks of my heritage, godly or otherwise. And considering what my father put me through, it wouldn't surprise me if he did introduce small amounts of poison to my system over time to make me immune to them.” I make a face. “Or.. you have a sensitivity to whatever was on this arrow. Either way, I'm going to try to cover all our bases. It will probably not help, but here goes.” Unceremoniously, I break Ward's wound open again. He doesn't even twitch, which scares me. A foul infection in the form of greenish yellow liquid spills forth. I can't help but make a f
