Sky breathed heavily, frozen as he watched, waiting for Striker to move. Nothing happened, a tired smile grew on the face of Sky as the pain caught up and his vision blurred.
"GET OUT OF THERE!!!" Kronos' voice boomed in his head.
But Sky was too tired, his body wasn't listening anymore. Slowly his hand dropped, then his legs buckled. In a matter of moments he was folded into a pile on the battlefield.
Just as he fell, the body of Striker began to move. The singed brown giant slowly rose to his feet, his skin covered in red cracks from the heat and his hair, burned in chunks. It was clear that Striker had lost consciousness, whatever happened now was pure instinct, years of torture and pain had allowed them to take over when his mind could not handle the pain.
"Kronos..." Sky croaked, his head still buried into the ground.
"Yes!" He frantically replied.
"How... long... will it... take... for my body... to heal?" Sky croaked.
Kronos hesitated to answer before doing so. "In the state you're in… at least a week." He replied, already figuring out what Sky would ask.
"Can you… send my body forwards in time… a week?" Sky asked.
"Do you realize what you're asking me to do?" Kronos responded.
Silence followed.
"There's no guarantee your body will be healed in a week and if I did send your body forwards in time, for at least a week you would be suffering unhealable injuries from the battle, no amount of healing will be able to be done on your body for at least a week… Do you understand that?" Kronos explained repeating himself.
Thump! Striker took a step forwards, his mouth open as black smoke escaped it and his eyes rolled back revealing blood red veins, ready to burst.
"If I don't stop him now… none of us will be here… in a week..." Sky murmured.
There was a heavy silence that sat in between the two. With each passing moment Striker approached.
Suddenly Sky's body felt lighter as some of the pain vanished. He was able to regain some form of consciousness allowing him to get up and move.
"Make it count..." Kronos whispered.
FSHHHHM! A flurry of embers gathered at Sky's side. "If you can't choose between the one and the thousand… might as well fight with the one and suffer the consequences together..." Prometheus frowned as his body formed.
"I hate it when you half-bloods are right!" He growled.