The world began to make less and less sense. The blue light was incandescent and he could barely perceive anything other than the creature before him, screaming at him. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, catching himself before completely collapsing. The pain was almost unbearable, and his limbs didn't seem to want to respond. Someone was shouting behind him, but he couldn't hear. He couldn't even think. He crawled on the ground before pushing himself to his feet. The creature was inches away, bellowing into his face. It smelled foul and rotten, its countenance twisting the more Handy looked at it.