[i]Issac thought he had swore... no, he definitely DID swear. Stumbling back and cursing as he covered his ears and letting his shotgun strapped onto his chest hang loose, he started half-limping, half sprinting towards the hole in the wall. He never spent any moment unconscious: in fact, he never slept or anything at all. A result of his mutations was that he never got fatigued, nor get knocked out. If he did, well, he'd stand up within a few seconds, most likely unamused or pissed. Hopefully he'd see whatever was happening to him if the rune made him pass out.[/i]

[i]Whenever he did stand up, a searing pain scorched his head as he faced the cracked rune, the light exerting itself from the wound within the rock both brilliant and yet terribly bright. Doubled visions of the same objects pierced through Issac's own eyesight.[/i] [i]In the haze of it all, the room began to quiver and break down, other broken runes beginning to be coated and then absorbed into the brilliance that swarmed the shattered room. Wood and debris fell past Issac, shattering into pieces. It would be best to get going, while he was already moving towards the path in the wall.[/i]

[i]Issac would continue to repeatedly curse and swear as he passed through the home in the wall, almost bumping his shoulder on it. From there he would start getting away from the structure as far away as possible, before the red tune did whatever it was doing.[/i]

[i]Past Issac's being, other buildings had begun to rumble and break down, crumbling to the earth. Their wooden structures splintered into a hundred pieces, stone cracked and shattered as buildings came falling upon the earth.[/i] [i]Tornadoes of scrap and splinters flew past Issac, swirling throughout the muddy area as if forming.. something, behind him.[/i]