He honestly couldn't remember much. He certainly remembered his back making contact with the wall and he remembered the sudden flux of color that burnt his eyes, blinding him. The occasional twitch of his fingers were the last tremors of the rather violent seizure that he'd have suffered from the blast of light that had blinded him, but damned if he could remember what brought him here in the first place.
A low groan escaped him as his body convulsed again in pain, his lungs struggling to take in any air as they suffered under a toxic burn that stole the breath from him. His muscles, though, were too weak to muster any more than a weak cough as he sagged backward into the stone. An arc of electricity leapt between his fingers, webbing along his skin as the last ounces of mana that had coursed through him finally discharged.
While his eyes were blind, his ears were still somewhat keen; keen to the sound of shoes crunching against sand. Where he'd normally see the shape of what was approaching him, he instead faced a hazy memory of the last fifteen minutes. As he recalled, he'd been hunting a man; what he found, however, was something different - something far worse than human. The eyes that stared him down were far too still; far too focused to be a man's eyes despite the rather mundane shape they'd been set in. They were a predator's eyes - a snake's eyes.
Weightlessness suddenly came upon him as he felt himself lifted up. He attempted to speak out, but his throat could only grind out a pained rasp as his body, and all of its dead weight, had been lifted up. Long fingers, soft and bereft of any of the callouses of a life of labor, cupped across his face as he felt the presence he'd hunted here finally close in on him. The stroke of his heartbeat that had been filling his ears was, all at once, replaced what would normally be the soft sound of the Enchanter's voice; one that held a modest amount of bass, but one that - in this man's position - had suddenly become extraordinarily threatening.
"Now that you're finished, my Ionian friend... you are going to start from the beginning and tell me everything."
The soft hands rose to his temple and with the lightest of strokes, a piercing pain raked at his mind, causing the already spasming muscles to tighten even harder against his skull. His rasp finally broke into a loud shriek that ended with the disturbed flutter of wings from fleeing birds. With his sight temporarily returned to him, he stared up into the gaze that had brought him here in the first place: the snake's gaze.
"Everything."