A-Gou staggered a few steps, his movements light and unsteady, until he finally came to a stop. Plumes of pitch-black smoke rose from the crevices in his skeleton, and his bones trembled continuously as if seized by spasms. In the bloody sockets of his eyes, the light flickered, waning and waxing.
Sherry was startled by such a blatant and abnormal reaction, promptly halting in her tracks. She shook A-Gou's massive head, calling out his name in agitation—after repeating it seven or eight times, A-Gou finally snapped out of it and looked up dully, a hoarse, deep voice emerging from his throat, "Why do I suddenly feel a little... unable to move..."
"Are you okay?" Duncan approached, his brow furrowed as he regarded the clearly out-of-sorts Abyssal Hound with a hint of concern, "Is something making you uncomfortable?"
