Traver had awakened from the wild shaking. He felt horribly, and he was like seriously ill. He stumbled outside and saw them and he quickly pointed his pistol at Zarev. His face was as pale as marble. He was sweating, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked quite mad, his mouth wide open and his eyes wide open. Then his nose began to bleed too, and he couldn't breathe for a second.
''S-stand down.'' He said, with the utmost difficulty. ''O-or I will kill you.''
His free hand lowered to his belt, where he got a bottle full of blue liquid. He opened it and it began to smoke rather alarmingly. He drank it all up and then fell on the floor, but not before shooting at Zarev's chest.