First, he had the satisfying moment of going in for the kill, and then goddamn things hurt, and worse, and worse, and then everything stopped making any kind of sense at all. Renji wheezed, barely able to breathe around the burning pain that seemed to be spreading out across his chest, and started trying to stand. One of the few things he could be certain of was that he hadn't killed everything in that hall, and there were people around, which meant beyond his own revenge, he still had a duty. "Get 'em out of here," he whispered, though to no one in particular. Somehow, he managed to make it up to one knee, with one hand braced against the floor. There seemed to be a lot of blood, though not nearly enough for just how much everything hurt, and it kept getting worse with each strangled breath.