Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

The hard knocks to the head eventually caused the grey boy to see the light, or at least a dizzying spiral of stars overhead; when he pulled back and bolted Kigipigak was so enthralled by the taste of blood on his tongue that he gave chase, only to stop as a destabilizing sensation flooded through him. Something like vertigo—the red-tailed miscreant became three and then none, a film of fluid spreading over Kigipigak's good eye as he stared after the retreating tail-end like a bull incensed to chase a red cloth. He grunted and swayed where he stood, then turned and faced Valmua—glaring at her through the haze of red. Kigipigak's red-stained face was beginning to swell from the bruising.