Forgetting the battle that had just transpired, Arthur rushed over to Tristan's side. The handsome blonde's face was contorted in an expression of pain as he writhed on the ground.
"What's happened?" Arthur's voice came out as an order.
"I don't know… He cut the link suddenly and…" Leo panted.
"Arthur… It's not just him," Lyra's voice snapped the prince out of his thoughts.
It was only then that Arthur noticed the damage that had been taken by the others.
The swordsman himself was bleeding from the nose. Leo, Arthur and Damien were collapsed on the ground, panting.
Theo was on one knee slamming his fist into his unresponsive legs. The burly tank gritted his teeth and strained but his feet refused to move.
Sweat coated their faces as they struggled with similar impairments. Arthur was the first to calm down and pull himself to Tristan's side, his legs immovable.
