Zogolli had stood stupefied at the sudden sinking sensation that had seized him, his surroundings taking on the sordid seeping semblance of someone else's nightmare. Alien and intrusive this violating vision vanished no sooner than it had swallowed the swordsman, leaving him to steady shaking legs as reality surged back to strike his reeling mind. So it was that a simple sidelong shove sent the stunned sellsword sprawling, all other thought subsumed in an instant as a soldier's insight spread to the corners of his awareness. 
 
Riding out the impact with a roll Zogolli reacted by reaching for the blade resting at his hip, raking it from sheathe to the accompanying rasp of moving metal as he rose. Initially it was Robbin to whom his eyes and ire were leveed, assigning blame for the blow that had brought him about face -- though the blighted beast behind their burglar saw him think better of it. Finding a ferocity to match the foul feline he hurled himself at the hulking horror as it prepared to pounce, praying to outpace the predator.