Consciousness

“What—?”
The youth’s right hand touched Doris’ right shoulder, which was taut
with swells of muscle while still retaining some delicacy. Whatever the
technique or power he now employed, as soon as Doris noticed the
frightening cold charge coursing through her body from her shoulder she
lost consciousness. But just before she did, she glimpsed something eerie in
the palm of D’s left hand, or at least she believed she did. She thought she
saw something small, of a color and shape she couldn’t discern, but
whatever it was it clearly had eyes and a nose and a mouth, like some sort
of grotesque face.

Apparently confident in the efficacy of his actions, D didn’t even bother
to check if Doris was actually unconscious before leaving the room with his
sword over his shoulder. The reason he’d put her to sleep was to prevent her
from interfering in the battle that was about to begin.

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