Phei's vision blackened and he lost his balance.
His hearing had been the first to betray him.
The cathedral hollow swam in a slow concussive smear that he could not, for the next four seconds, parse into discrete objects.
He felt, dimly, the broken stone arrive against his cheek.
He felt, dimly, blood pouring from both ears and his nose and the corners of his mouth, streams of blood from his very eyes like two red endless rivers.
He felt, dimly, the halberd slipping out of his fingers.
He could not move.
He was a body that had, briefly and concussively, ceased to be a person.
The Titan dragged him by one ankle.
