'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.
I just couldn't agree with the scene, which is why I changed the character that Thomas interracted with to Dag, and then had Jackal walk in later. It seems that I have a particular weakness when displaying a villain, and I believe that this was a much better show of a Jackal. Let me know what you think of it, as the feedback will be vital for the chapters to come (Also remember that there is another chapter ahead which goes into punishing those involved).