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Gus was lost in his own mind. The fight, the violence, the pain, the searing pain! All of it was burned from his mind as the tight feeling in his chest reached a critical point. Every thump of his heart felt like a hammer striking an anvil until the mere sound of every beat was painful. Vision reduced to the tiniest sliver, just enough to see the source of his torment, Gus remembered vividly charging to finish it all. Shouting wildly with every step until.. pain. Instantaneous and crippling pain. The cuts were only deep enough to have reached the muscle tissue but it was at core muscles that had completely halted his movement. All in an instant.
The shock of it had been too much and finally overwhelmed his consciousness resulting in the unsightly heap he no doubt had fallen down to be.

Thoughts a jumble the boy lay on the soft field and wandered the twisting avenues that were his thoughts. The fight was still fresh, even in his dazed state, but the sensation of being awake even if he was unable to open his eyes was a constant. It meant that whatever had caused his sudden defeat had not bothered to finish the job. The sensation of being downed so effortlessly was a prominent and eerie thought. It meant someone near him right now had the skill and precision to kill in the time it had taken Gus to finish taking a running stride. Terrifying beyond belief. 
To possess the power to kill with seemingly no effort.
Vlad lay broken mere feet away and it was by his own hands. His own hands had nearly crushed the life out of someone in a sparring match when he'd sworn to defend. To let the opponent wear themselves out and simply call the match a victory without ever hitting back. How had things gone so far out of the plan. His agony reached a new height when his element finally began to heal the painfully blackened flesh on his hand and wrists. Agony came in waves that, had he been standing, would have forced him to collapse and vomit. No such urge came to him now and for that he was thankful.

The sudden slap to his face forced Gus to open his eyes. Everything was fuzzy and the faces swam before him, refusing to come into focus as Gus the nausea threaten to send him back to nothingness. 

"Ughhh." Groaning softly, Gus tried to pick himself up but his bulk refused to move. "What.. What happened. Are you.." Gus stared at Zephyr with confusion for a moment. "Are you the grim reaper?"