And thus, Simon hits a metaphorical brick wall - the fist of one of the Kessek stops him cold. Air and blood leave his mouth as he makes a strangled noise of pain, then collapses in a heap.

It's several moments before any movement comes from him - a shaking arm trying to drag him forward before tentacles and sedatives take effect.

If he needed more proof that blind anger and determination alone weren't going to help him here, well. He had it now.