It was like being hit in the head with a hot hammer. No, it's even worse than that, at least with a hot hammer to the head you feel the pain, you can rub the pain.
It felt as if Azaroth's brain was being poked by a red-hot iron poker with no way to relieve the pain.
Only it was low in his stomach, on his normal core. His stomach twisted and rolled with the pain, his muscles locked, jerking furiously and he hit the floor with a thud.
Then the pressure lifted, leaving Azaroth with a sweat-soaked uniform and burning muscles throughout his body. His body turned to rubber and he could only stare at Kael as he dragged him on the floor with his legs, separating him from the others.
Kael gave them a space of four feet each.
Stallus was staring up at the ceiling, her fingers twitching beside her while Alex was trying desperately to speak and making no progress with opening his mouth. Catena's eyes were closed and he was breathing hard.
