Quagmire dashed forth, with incredible pressure mounting on his body due to immense exhaustion. He breathed in slowly and then exhaled as slowly as he could. Then, for the next breaths, he continued on, so that he would not lose precious energy and effectively replenish lost energy and oxygen at the right time.
The scent of nature and wind pleasantly assaulted his nose. It was a nice change of pace from the smell of blood and flesh, in contrast to the vision of nature and bright colors.
He pivoted from side to side, his mouth opened wide, followed by a click of his tongue, as his face contorted into that of annoyance. He brandished his knife and pulled his pistol from its holster. Overhead, he could see flying man-eaters following him.
