"Shit, shit, shit." Kael cursed as his brain was feeling the rush of a thousand bulls going through it while red dots by the dozen were coming down the stairs a few floors above.
The world still hadn't fully settled after that last swing.
His vision felt too sharp at the edges, like the air had teeth.
The staircase in front of him was suddenly the only thing that existed, a narrow mouth that kept spitting out danger.
He could see the red dots stacking on the mini-map like an incoming tide, and he could almost hear the building answering them with creaks and groans, as if it knew something was running down its bones.
"Kael! You alright!" he heard from below.
A green dot was moving up the stairs from underneath.
Peter seemed to be going up the stairs. And in his situation, Kael was exhausted, mentally spent with one swing.
He couldn't help but laugh at the grim situation.
