[ Lights and colors swam in their vision, the sounds muffled like they were underwater. At first, they were just mindlessly laid out, but a searing pain on their abdomen prompted a sharp, agonized hiss. A hand shakily and sluggishly lifting to inspect the cause of their discomfort, breathing in a labored, raspy manner. ]

[ Their claws barely even brushed their wound before flinching away, biting back a keening noise while struggling to see clearly. They steeled themself, trying to not pass out again as they turned their head in a sluggish manner, trying to get a better grasp on where they were after the events of the showdown with that strange, orange hollow-head and Chosen. ]