Cyril's heart beat fast. His eyes blinked in disbelief as the General and Sir Guren limped over.
"You're alive!"
Cyril even pinched the skin on the back of his own hand to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And he could feel his eyes heating up. Acting like a child when it seemed more logical than any other behavior.
"We can't let a whiny man do all this by himself!" General Adelman grinned.
Guren couldn't say anything himself, as he was busy putting out the fires caused by Van's earlier attack. Having finished his work, his steps quickened to approach Cyril.
He examined him like a mother examining her little son. "No problem! The wound will only sting if it's medicated," he said without the slightest concern.
"Well, we can have a wound reunion later!" General Adelman stared coldly ahead. So did Guren.
They all prepared for their respective attacks.
