A brief scan of the room let him know Zuhun was not around. His body shook as it tried to become reacquainted with what it felt like to be whole. His claws popped allowing him to reach backwards and slice the remaining energy beams holding him in place. He would have given a chuckle at Zuhun’s last ditch efforts if the situation was funny. Instead he needed to focus on moving. He was so weak, if Zuhun came back before he was gone it may not matter that he was the victor of the last confrontation. The effort to sit up wracked his body with pain. Ignoring the ache in his midsection, he used his claws to break the beams at his legs. Carefully, he slid off the table to the floor. He knew better than to try to stand and crawled slowly to the door. The very essence of the house tried to drain him, keep him until its master returned. His arm shook as he reached up, turning the handle. With deep breaths, he pulled the door open and prepared his body to roll down the steps. Time was of the essence.
