He instinctively knew what Velez was trying to do. He had let a shot go which just happened to be the exact moment when he entered the hallucination, which was why he hadn't heard it.
And now he was coming out on the other side of the coastal road which led into the main city, effectively blocking Rhett, the only survivor since he couldn't die, so he could capture him.
Panic clawed at Rhett's throat. What would Velez do once he got his hands on him? The man had learned from his mistakes—no more killing attempts, just binding and immobilization. Prison? Torture as revenge for allegedly killing his men? Rhett's mind spiraled through possibilities, each worse than the last.
How could he fight back? He was out of tricks, and Velez wouldn't resort to killing. No trump cards, no martial prowess. Velez, the stronger person, would finish him with ease.
