The bout of overexertion leaves Nihlus so nauseated he was shaking but the new distance seemed to mitigate the worst of the weakness. There's still that split second where he can't coordinate, where he can't make his body respond, blanched, hunched over- and he hears the hiss of disk cutting through metal behind him-
Move!
Wrenching himself up with the guardrail, Nihlus hauls himself over the last set of steps, up the top of the stairwell, staggering and stumbling. With the lights flickering, he's half dark blind and the hallway stretching out before him swaps painfully between sight and nothingness.
Rinzler's voice snakes up behind him, raising every scale on his neck and setting his teeth on edge.
Friends.
It's easier to ignore the nausea now. Nihlus doesn't wait for it to fade before he starts sprinting.
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Move!
Wrenching himself up with the guardrail, Nihlus hauls himself over the last set of steps, up the top of the stairwell, staggering and stumbling. With the lights flickering, he's half dark blind and the hallway stretching out before him swaps painfully between sight and nothingness.
Rinzler's voice snakes up behind him, raising every scale on his neck and setting his teeth on edge.
Friends.
It's easier to ignore the nausea now. Nihlus doesn't wait for it to fade before he starts sprinting.