...he managed to collapse onto the bottle, cutting his face but allowing him to lap up the liquid. It was a high quality antidote...

...and the effect was almost instant. His vision cleared, and he regained control of his muscles. Springing to his feet, he looked frenziedly around himself...

...only to see all nine of the natives surrounding his position. Gerard, not used to panicking, quickly assesed the situation and noticed that the natives...

...were all still alive. He'd missed. Some of them were smiling, like this was some sort of game. With an exasperated sigh, he...

...slowly held his hands up as if to surrender, before murmuring the invoke word for the flying ability on his dagger. The effect...

...was not what he expected. All at once, a whirlwind sprung up around him, buffeting the tribesmen and lifting him up. He tried to...

keep himself level. It was the best he could do. Still, he was flying, sort of. He felt a "thud" as something small hit his backpack...

It couldn't have been an arrow, not in these winds. Even a throwing axe would get blown off-course. He chanced to look behind him and saw...

...the natives, wide-eyed, throwing rocks at him. The winds were affecting the rocks' flight path but one still hit him squarely...

...which shouldn't have been possible. But then he noticed the tribesman to the rear, with feathers and fetishes laced through his hair. A shaman.

I knew that last one would be a problem.

He could already feel the winds weakening, and made an effort to move himself to a...

...safe place to land, preferably far away. He could hear the distant ululation of the shaman's chanting coming from downwind. Hopefully, he wasn't...

(I need to compile this, too. I'm going to do it in a new thread, like Quiet suggested.)

Edit-- I misread.

. . . too late to get to safety. There! Was that a cave he could see? He dearly hoped so. He began to try to steer himself that way . . .

Edit: Huh... somehow lost a page...

Only for the Shaman's chant to finish, and while high in the air, the winds died. Dropping like a stone, Gerard quickly grabbed the small...

...root thrusting out from the hillside to his right. The impact was jarring, but he held his grip. Looking back over his shoulder...

...he saw nothing of his pursuers but their shadows among the rocks. He waited, hand groping for a practical weapon in case he had to...