The breath goes out of him when it hits him, knocking him across the full breadth of the box, slamming him into the opposite wall. He crumples against it, gasping - it isn't real, breath is as much as illusion as the shortness of it, but that doesn't matter, does it, not after an illusory gunshot wound tricked his entire body into giving up. He struggles to keep moving, to crawl around the oversized creature, to evade its heavily striking paws - what is he if not dogged in the face of something incomparably greater than him?