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His vision was slightly blurred, which was extremely alarming for the deep human. Normally, he had brilliant vision, even in the dark and rain. This hampered him as he looked around for his partner, and he had to fight scattered zombies off with lead-like limbs before he noticed her presence. His head was slightly fuzzy, and he was genuinely grateful for the back-up. It didn't seem like he was exhausted, more like sick from whatever he pulled back there. His stomach threatened to rebel against him as images he didn't think his imagination was possible of whirled in his thoughts. He nearly let another undead drag him down, but he recognized the threat just in the nick of time amidst the nausea and hacked off a limb before impaling the blade into it's skull. Most of them seemed to be elves or deep humans. He looked around for his comrades, but his senses were still slightly week and he could hardly tell friend from foe past five meters, something that frightened the deep human immensely.

He started in shock when Talae finally spoke, pointing to a fuzzy light in the distance. He could tell that his sight was getting better, but it was a slow recovery and he still felt like hurling his breakfast onto the corpse that lay before him. He nodded- or at least he thought he nodded. "Sounds like a good idea." He said, beginning to move toward the light. He was tempted to beg Talae not to get too far away from himself, but restrained himself. No need to make things any more strange than they were now- perhaps next time.

He took a head start, slicing out the tendons on an undead's legs and arms in a smooth motion- leaving it's head thrashing on the ground while it's limbs twitched uselessly. He gave a brutal heel kick to another undead's face, sending it sprawling- it's movements were even slower, as Kisikoni kicked it in the skull- causing it to fracture and disrupt the flow of magic around the undead's body. He finished another one with a deft slice to the skull, and brought his blade down onto another head, splitting it at the seam. Whatever he did, he did it rather desperately- as if his salvation lied in the protection of Sarish and his holy magic. Every few seconds he would look back with a glassy stare, searching for Talae until he found her face and then would continue on his determined plow through the masses.

He wished he were back at camp.