Reg sputtered, blood filling his mouth and nose. He felt cold, dizzy, and somehow…distant…from his surroundings. He looked at himself on the ground, saw that he was on top of the elf, and felt her wiggling around, trying to get out from under him. He watched as his great arms wrapped around her, holding her just long enough for the air to split open. Somehow, he knew it would happen. He saw Anton collapse, yet there was nothing he could do. Perhaps they’d travel to the other side together – he didn’t know, couldn’t, and had more important things to do right now.
Squeeze with the last of his strength, and hold her for just a bit longer….the air would split, and he’d arrive.