"Shit!" Ning thought as he realized what was happening.
He had been distracted by his own thoughts and Lucille's warning. He didn't realize the boss had already recovered its Spell.
He tried to look away, but it was already too late. The light seemed to pull at his vision, demanding his attention. The petrification took hold instantly, spreading from his eyes down through his body like ice water in his veins. His muscles grew sluggish as they turned to stone, his spear frozen at his side.
The slender tail whipped toward the helpless Ning, ready to deliver a crushing blow that would shatter his petrified form like a statue. Unlike Jax, he had no armor at all.
Ning didn't think he was going to die. But he feared the pain he was going to have to suffer now.
