Shadow had long since given up on getting to any help so he just rolled himself over and look up at the sky. He wished that he could have done a bit more good in his life. he felt numb but that was nothing he was going to focus on. he had trained ever since the death of his parents. he fought with all the people that tried to teach him and now he was laying on a road in a city feeling like crap and dying. his mind traced back to try and figure out why he felt this way. he had lost blood yes but this was worse. he was slowly losing every thing. his will to fight his strength and his life all were fading. in a moment he knew what it was. the damn blade that cut him had to have had poison on it. a slow acting poison that he had yet to encounter yet was his best guess. he smiled and then gave a laugh it hurt like hell but he didn't care. taken out by cheap tactics what a way to go.