Pratt was a psychic-type Esper, and one of the defining traits of psychic-type Espers was high offense and low defense.
"Low defense" had several meanings. First, they had little health. Second, all their resistances were low except for psychic resistance. Third, they had no passive skills or talents that could save their lives.
So when Bai Fu's electric blade slashed into Pratt, the damage numbers came pouring out like bullets from a submachine gun in a shooter.
31, -17, -29...
Pratt watched in full awareness as his body was cut open by the electric blade. The surging current charred all the flesh around his wounds, and waves of excruciating pain battered his nerves.
He wanted to scream, but his body was immobilized. He couldn't make a sound.
He wanted to dodge, but his body was immobilized. He couldn't move an inch.
All he could do was watch as the blade cut deeper and deeper. Terror surged over him like a tide, threatening to drown him completely. If he remained unable to move for another dozen seconds, he would die right there!
He had spent ten whole years earning the trust of the people in the camp and the Old Republic so he could become a savior. He had also poured countless hours into his investigations. Worried that his secrets might leak, he had even killed a childhood friend he'd grown up playing with after they accidentally discovered the truth. If he died here, wouldn't all that effort have been for nothing?
There was no one else around, so he had no need to keep pretending he was ready to die.
Fueled by an overwhelming will to live, Pratt was delighted to discover he could move again. Without hesitation, he unleashed a psychic shock at Bai Fu.
He had been