Morgash's senses were a world of pain, his mind trying to marshal itself back to focus, back to fighting. He glared at the half-dead centipede, preparing to smash at it again. The witch fires another bolt, though, and Morgash's attention snaps up as he flicks it away.<br/><br/>He tries to focus his internal energy, but he is on the verge of consciousness, struggling just to keep the monster from biting more of his guts out.