[ He hits the ground with a thud, and the air is knocked out of him for a split second, but it's back as soon as it went and he's breathing again. He coughs, spits out the last spurt of liquid deposited into his mouth, and forces his jaw shut.

(that was too close, he was too close)

(even now he can still feel its tendrils running over him like a pet being stroked) ]

Nngh.

[ He wipes his mouth and exhales, finally. Next time, he needs to be able to fight this Numbers, and whatever it was planning on doing to him.

(next time? why would he ever come back?)

(some part of him says he has to)

He opens a portal with his depleted reserve and teleports away--preferably to get some new clothes now that his old ones no longer exist. ]