Bab 277: Red and Blue

'Fresh flesh,' Thomas thought as he took a step closer to Kilot. If only the damned weapons weren't blocking his field of view. He almost let his grip go slack, but then they'd hit him again. As a line of warm drool dripped down his cold chin, the world shifted. The shadows became light, and the light became harsh. Multicolored, misty trails stretched around him - a cacophony of smells. He shut his eyes and shook his head, willing himself to stop.

"Can I…take a break?" Thomas didn't wait for a response, nor did he look at Alexander or the Dwarf. He couldn't even hear their responses over the pounding heartbeat echoing in his mind. So many colors; blue, yellow green, red, red, and red again. He picked up his pace, keeping quiet on the thin ice. Something could fix this, something that smelled red.