Among the denizens being forced into the iron bulls, a shell of a man crawled desperately to get away from the demons repeatedly stabbing him in the back due to his relative slowness. All of his limbs where intact, but beyond that he wasn't far removed at all from being a snake, or perhaps even a worm. Blinded by the wires holding his eyes shut, he had spent so long dragging himself across the scorching ground that he seemed to writhe and squirm as his main method of locomotion. He let out a cry of despair and collapsed, stopping for a second, only to have a spear thrust into his back forcing him to move again.