Dry-heave. Stumble backwards. Struggle for air. Choking panic!
Phantoms danced around choking-her. Poking. Teasing. She flailed. No avail. A pair of arms locked under her chin, wrenching it backwards.
They're everywhere! Panic seeped into her mind like chilled industrial sludge eating at the lining of clear thought.
Hastily she dropped to one knee to work a little magic, only to be stopped cold by a kick to the gut. The unfriendly taste of bile filled her mouth.
A midget with a grin the girth of the Gobi Desert chuckled as he used the body of an downed compatriot to step up to her.



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