The winds continued blowing with full force, pushing his body backward, freezing his clothes, throwing snow at his face and trunk... Those gelid winds seemed like knives cutting through his flesh, every tinny part of exposed skin got burnt. He barely could maintain his eyes open as it was too painful. He needed to keep his mouth shut as well, or else an icy gust of wind would enter there and dry his throat, which would increase his difficulty breathing.
He had nearly drowned one time before, back when he was surviving alone in that ravine and needed to fight against a Marine Terror. He knew how painfully slow was the process of drowning, and how it was to get desperate each second without finding the strength to fight against it.
