*Sylor is able to hold on to the bottle astonishingly well for someone in his condition. However, as soon as he wakes up from Zemilias shout, his weakness returns. The bottle is taken from his hands immediately, and he collapses, unable to support his own weight.
Groggy and confused, he looks up at the two standing over him*
Where did my bed go? It's cold here on the floor...
So then he goes, YOU SHALL NOT PASS, and I say "I've got WINGS? I can FLY?" It was hilarious! The dwarf was tough, but the elf was delicious and they had some men and these four bite-sized guys, too. The wizard was fuming when I flew off.