I did not forget.
Given the lack of comma in your sentence, I wasn't sure if you were addressing Jon'C (while being funny / ironic) or myself, but I'm 90% sure it was myself, in which case: no, I was not trolling, and yes, I could think straight.
But allow me to paraphrase my original reply.
This is what you've posted:
And this is what I said:
Here is my original reply, expanded:
>>Our eyes remained focused, it was now a battle of will, I had to force them to stay down, and with all my might I pressed.
This sentence alone demonstrates you are an amateur. Please do not take it as an offense. Perhaps it will win you accolades in the Literary School of Jon'C (Jon'C, please *do* take it as an offense, you narcissistic twerp), but from reading this sentence I do not know whose eyes remain focused. I do not know who "we" are. I do not know on what our eyes are focusing, or why it is important. You have a conflict (sort of), but you have no characters. When you say "I had to foce them to stay down" it is unclear for me who did the MC have to force to stay down? His eyes? His buddies, whose eyes are also focused?
>>I forced their sorry body into the planks, preventing them from any motion.
Many people but one body? Also, I have no sense of setting. Where is the action taking place? Not to mention ... who are these "they"?
>>By this time I had a suspicion, I was almost sure it was Gylsahm, but I needed to continue; out of principle.
The body belonged to Gylsahm? Also, what did the MC have to continue doing, focusing his eyes, forcing "them" to stay down (?), or pushing the sorry body into the planks? How can a body be sorry? How is pushing anything into wooden planks any good?
>>Indeed I was truly in control at this point, although it did not evoke happiness, instead it made me feel miserable.
If you want your readers to feel for your characters, don't say they are miserable. Show us their thoughts, explain that burning feeling in their dry throats and they search for the rights words to tell to their friends when they ask them what's up and fail, etc.
>>My jaw muscles lost their tenseness, and in that instant, I felt myself thrown backwards and my neck clamped, the very thing I had done to him was not being done to me.
"I felt myself thrown backwards" is passive. Who or what threw the MC backwards? What had he done to him (presumably, Gylsahm, who is now a sorry body)?
>>As I remained held down I could only feel fright and confusion, why would he do this to me?
Again, passive sentence struction & telling & no clear sense of what's going on. Again, the "he" is the sorry body?
At this point I've finished reading the first pargaraph, and I still have no idea of what is going on apart from a very faint notion that the story might deal with shapeshifters of one sort or another.
>>I placed my palm upon my jugular, crying to nature for forgiveness and redemption, to heal myself. Nature agreed with my final request, and soon natural energies flowed from within my hands to the injuries placed upon my delicate body.
What is this, "crying to nature?"
How about, "I put one hand on my throat and screamed a silent scream, sucking in the energies around me. It wasn't easy, but I've done it, somehow, I've done it; the pain was as intoleratable as ever, and yet I'd felt my wounds slowly close one by one, flesh mending flesh, as nature answered my desperate plea." Or something like that.
>>His neck bore similar to mine, and yet although my wounds were healed, seeing his made the pain come more intensely than they had before.
Bore wounds similar to mine? How can the MC see the enemy's pain if the enemy is asleep? Why is he asleep, anyway, didn't they just have a fight?
>>I fell forward, plunging my face into his blood, asking nature for the final time to heal, to prevent his potential suffering.
Two paragarphs in, and I still have no idea what's going on. What potential suffering?
Reid, you've mentioned you had some mental issues in this thread previously I believe, but you seem to be able to formulate sentences quite well in your posts; you should be able to do the same when writing fiction.
Simply find a book or two that you really like, and try to see, sentence by sentence, what the authors did -- and how they did it. See how characters come to life (usually because of a conflict or a change, whether internal or external), see how settings are described, and so on. And don't let me discourage you. Practice is everything.
Cheerio.