Jack aimed for another creature, but his vision began to blur again from his concussion. He felt sick, and his head throbbed. He held his head in one hand, one eye still opened and trying to fix on a target, and his hand with his pistol in it was switching madly between the blurred color patterns he saw. He quickly noticed how many of them looked the same, so he aimed for the largest spot on one of the color patterns that was rushing towards him and his men, then fired.