"Whirlwind?" Jacques asked groggily, his eyes barely parted and woozy as his vision swam. Wait a minute. Nope. His vision was mostly okay; it was his body that was moving back and forth. His head was killing him, and his horn felt like it was vibrating at a frequency of fuck-off-and-die. Or maybe that was just the nerves at the base throbbing like a hive of angry bees, or all the blood rushing to his head. Or all of the above with a side order eat-shit. His body was not very fond of him at the moment as you might be able to tell.