Feeling his spear dig into the undead man's body, K'ile Tia, Shan'Gai Chah, roared up at the man, "You should be dead!" just before a large fist hit his already battered head. His ears shook and his body tensed for one more long moment before easing under the weight of his concussion, the darkening, overloaded senses and the pain shivering into numbness. His grip on his spear faltered and the heat pouring out from his chest began to ease. Things did not immediately cool, but the fire lit inside of them dimmed down to coals. He turned his gaze to the backs of his eyelids, feeling his very face twitch against his skull. He let go of his spear and brought his hands to his head, groaning inaudibly.
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