Dasken groaned as he woke up. He looked around him, and nearly went back to sleep. Then it hit him.
He had no idea where he was.
He tried to fly upwards, but his power storage had been depleted and he was, apparently, still recharging. He rubbed the back of his head, then quickly withdrew his hand, feeling a large welt forming. He looked down, and all he wore was a pair of pants. No shirt, no socks, no shoes. He was caked with dirt and mud, and he was deep within some woods. A part where he had never been, if this was even the woods near Miridia's mansion. He stumbled about, holding in screams and catching his breath due to his many burises, cuts, and welts acting up with his fast pace.