Rushing to Jovan's side, Eamon violently pulled at his shoulder, causing him to stumble backward, but his eyes remained vacant.
"Snap out of it, Jovan! Wake up, Jovan!"
Eamon's scream was nearly in his ear.
But it had no effect.
In his desperation, Eamon slapped Jovan hard across the face.
The sting of pain jolted Jovan back to consciousness. He glanced at the master before him, then down at himself, the haunting memories of the recent bizarre experience flooding back. His eyes widened in terror, "Eamon, what just..."
"No time! We need to get out of here. Now!" Eamon interrupted, seizing Jovan's arm, ready to flee.
But Jovan, eyes widening in alarm, exclaimed, "Eamon! Behind you!"
Before anyone could warn further, Eamon felt a gust of wind at his back.
A blood-red shadow streaked through the air.
"Look out!" In a desperate move, Jovan lunged forward, shoving Eamon aside.
