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Feelings was quite mixed for Victor, he had made a large dent in the cannon, most likely with his head. The cannonball which had hit him was even more painful. But the only real feeling was the fact that he was losing consciousness. That, was truly dangerous, he could feel control slip out his fingers as blurry figures flew around him, screams, explosions and a giant, furry beast diving over him.

The beast quite painfully released him, but as again, he layed flat on his back, the light in his eyes slwoly dimming. Strangely enough, even for Victor was the fact that the voices was as quiet as ever, they weren't madly chattering like he imagined they would. He got the feeling of an audience holding their breath as the final climax of the story starts. He felt angry, mostly at himself, he had already told himself several times how this was his chance, a chance where he could prove that he still had control over himself, he didn't want to be as weak as to let that slip away, but as the sounds slowly grew more and more distorted.

The soldiers around him seemed to have different things to focus, otherwise they would be trying to finish him off by now, that would be better, if they did then the voices would need to heal him. Maybe they thought he was killed by the cannon.

Now, his inhabitants refused him healing, they knew that if he was just left a little longer then they would have free reign, just a little longer. If Victor didn't recieve any help then he would undoubtedly fall unconscious.