"Goddamnit!" Quinn cursed, as he quickly leaped backward. He lifted his trousers and saw his leg was badly hurt, it looked like his bones had even bent in slightly.
Even if he would gain a stat point there was no way he was going to drink someone else's blood. The very idea of it made Quinn feel sick. Still, when looked to the ground where Kyle had spat out some of his blood, he felt magically drawn to the red liquid.
After the first war with the Dalki race, the humans had managed to make leaps in all sorts of technological fields. This was because they had managed to salvage a lot of equipment from the Dalki once the war was over. The military had decided to keep most of it for themselves. Some of the things they had found would just be too dangerous for the public to use. At least that is what they claimed.