The blue light came out of nowhere, blinding Rughoi just as he was about to face a dracon warrior. A loud ringing blasted in his ears, and he doubled over, clutching his head. He felt a hand touch his shoulder, and the muffled voice piercing through the thickness in his head. Then the bright light came back, and his entire body erupted into a burning pain.

For a moment, he felt weightless, like he was made of air. He felt for whatever reason at home, like he's been in such a state before. Even the pain, once the most excruciating thing he had ever encountered, felt like no more than a mild chill. Then, the feeling left all too quickly, and the burning pain returned. He felt the ground beneath him, and looked up through blurry eyes to see the face of three enemy generals. He leapt to his feet, and raised his sword, but his legs would not heed him for long, and he buckled, tumbling back into the dirt. 

"Talk?" he groaned, clutching his head. "Negotiations? We're here now. Talk, and talk quickly."