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Torrent would've opened her eyes if she could have as she was pulled back from the brink. She was in agony with only her mouth left as a sense. She couldn't see, hear, or use her nose. Nostril? Whatever. All she had were her memories and the system messages.

She was still in trouble. She could feel movement around her as little jolts of pain rocked into her at every turn as her body moved from breathing or outside influence. This pain was maddening, but she fought against it. Carefully she swallowed as she considered what to do.

She'd finally gotten that response she had been searching for. Not weak. Strong. She'd remember that for the rest of her life. However short that was looking to be.

She couldn't speak, attempting such bought pain in her raw throat, which left her little in the way of options.

She was splitting apart, she could feel it. Which wasn't good because -

Wait. Splitting apart. Skin. Could she take this opportunity to use that Shed Skin ability? If she could do that then she could move easier, get her senses back too.

Hissing from the pain and effort Torrent focused on moving her body in a way to exaggerate the splitting. She'd force herself out of her own skin somehow, she couldn't just sit here and wait for some two-bit predator to show up and eat her. She wasn't prey! She was the predator here, damnit!