[i]Dim scrambled to his feet, still holding on to the bow in his left hand. As the terrified man spoke, he batted the bow through the air, like some demonic conductor.[/i] "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! MY WORK MUST BE FINISHED! IT MUST! I WILL FINISH IT WITH MY LIFE IF REQUIRED!!" [i]Dim began to drive to bow into his wrist. Blood spurted from the wound, and the skin on the opposing side of his arm began to stretch as the bow went deeper and deeper into his flesh. He cried in agony, but continued nonetheless. [/i]