Argh…
Roy felt a splitting headache as he slowly opened his eyelids.
Everything felt odd, distorted, and blurry. He tried to get to his feet only to be met with impediments.
Clang!
"Huh? What the hell is going on?" he wondered, his mind still a mess. He shook his head, a clumsy attempt to clear his thoughts, but it remained fuzzy.
He reached for his strength — but there was nothing there. His items, nothing. His subordinates, nothing.
And panic set in, jolting his mind to clarity. Something was wrong. Dangerously wrong. He felt too weak, too strained.
"He's awake…" A sharp voice called out.
"W-who is there?" Roy tried to ask, his vision still not recovered, seeing only blur and darkness, not even vague outlines.
Pow!
"You savage! You don't speak unless spoken to!"
He felt a sudden spike of stinging pain to the cheeks as a metallic taste filled his mouth… blood.
Who was that talking? He couldn't fit that voice with any enemy he had made so far…
