"Alistairrrrrr!!!"
That… sound, it could be called many things, but silent, wasn't one of them.
This statement, proved itself the moment Alistair clutched his ears while the air around him warped and tore.
"Son... of… a…bitch!" Alistair cursed whilst on one knee. However, despite the gruesome pain, he let out a laugh as the lingering green cockroach separated from him(due to passing out).
Yet, a feeling of familiarity dawned on his mind; he peeked in the direction of that voice. Low and behold, the squad stood there, each in bandages and welding walking sticks as they waved their arms in the air.
Alistair paused, standing still with his mouth open for a long while. Not long, his mind rebooted up before he whispered: "Thankfully, the worst didn't happen."
At the edge of Alistair's face, a smile grew, and eyes watered. His legs shook as he struggled to move forward… but he, couldn't pull through.
