Feeling like a coward, Henrietta liked the idea of retreating. She would probably do whatever the other two did anyway. Glancing down at her torso while she walked, she winced. It hurt with even a little movement. The pain almost made her yelp. She assumed that she had bruised her ribs. Twyla had pointed at all the fire trucks. Part of Henri didn’t understand what was happening anymore. It may have been because of all the different things going on at once. All of the stuff made her head feel like spinning.

“I’ll go if you two do. I think that maybe we should try to get our injuries fixed. We probably won’t do anyone much good like this.” She hated to say it, but it was true. She knew for sure that personally, this was as far as she could push herself in her current condition. “What about you two? What do you want to do?”

She hoped that their answer would be to her liking, but if it wasn't, she would stay with them and do what she could.

Turning to look at Chtulhu and the firetruck, or at least as much as he could make out from this far away, Gawain grinned.

"Hey, they stole my idea. Good job, guys!" he said, not to anyone in particular since their teammates were scattered around pretty far away from them, and still fighting the consequences of being to close to a dying clay monster.

He looked at the girls. Twyla's wrist looked bad, and Henri looked scared and hurt, and even if they both had been all right there was no way in hell he would take them back into the fight. He didn't feel all that shiny himself.

"I think those guys might need some help." he concluded "So I'm gonna go see what I can do. You two stay here, Twyla, take care of Henri. See if ya can find more first aid stuff, and flag some transport for us back to the Mansion. I bet some of us will need healing."

Reaching under Bubblegum's chin with one hand he made her look at him.

"And when I say 'stay' I mean stay. I don't wanna have to tie ya two to a friggin' tree."

With that said, he turned around and ran - or at least walked as fast as he could - back to the battlefield to see who needed help.

Cafas felt the weight literally disintegrate from on top of him. He pulled his face out of the mud and water gasping for breath. There was nothing quite like the soil at the feet of a rapidly liquefying hunk of clay to motivate you to stand. He saw his sword and his rescuer. He grabbed the guy who had lent him the now somewhat dirty coat under his arms and began to drag him as best he could away from Cthulhu. His sword he grabbed very quickly and shoved rather loosely into his belt. Not that his belt was any good for much else any more, having not even been through the loops of his pants to start with it had stayed on when he threw off the burning clothing. Now he was dragging a limp body away from the beast. His life nly got more complex.

'What did I do to get myself here?'

He kept dragging. Cthulhu didn't seem to be doing so well though. In fact, there seemed to be very runny clay leaving out of it. Alchemist was fairly sure the fight was almost over, but one should never get ahead of one’s self. He was not sure he was out of the beast's focus but he began dragging the guy to the road. Every few metres he'd get hit in the face by a sprinkler jet, but that helped wash the dirt off. He lay the man down on the ground by the road and fell to his knees next to him. To shooter girl he yelled out "Get my shield out of the mattress shop" and then fell next to his two time saviour he had just saved from Cthulhu's wrath and lay awake, unable to move a muscle, not even adrenaline getting his limbs to move.

ooc (lemme know if you want me to change it saph.)

Finally Cthulu looked like it might be close to death. The fire truck had really done a number on it and its clay appeared to be melting off of its body. A truly grotesque sight, in Juka's opinion, but wonderful also. Wonderful in the sense that it meant that, perhaps, victory might be in sight and none to soon at that. Juka himself was rather sore from being hit by tentacles and the attack of the mini-Cthulu but looking around it seemed that he wasn't doing badly compared to some of the others. There was Masochist man below him, of course, and Ninja boy and a couple of girls in the distance that he didn't know, all of which seemed to be the worse for wear. At least Juka was still up and floating, though he supposed given the current state of his bubble he didn't have much of a choice in the matter anyway.

"Thanks," Juka called down at Alchemist, who had begun dragging his ward further from the threatening monster. The good thing was that his ward was likely going to be safer the farther away from the monster he was. The bad thing was that it left Juka without a task and that meant making another pass at the giant threat and that was something that he was not looking forward to doing. Before making his next, and hopefully final, pass at the beast, he saw Alchemist collapse beside Masochist. Hopefully they were both far enough away to be safe.

With a deep breath for confidence, Juka charged, aiming with his bubble and spinning anvils right at the monster's melting head. He had only enough time to briefly consider his disgust at the sight and feel a sense of thankfulness that he was protected from all that icky clay before all four anvils smashed into its head, one after another. The thuds were extremely satisfying but unfortunately coming, once again, to the monster's attention, was not. So much better when he was able to be the anonymous support and he didn't have to worry about dodging tentacles.

The first tentacle Juka saw coming and managed to dart out of the way, just barely. When the second one came at him he wasn't so lucky. The second tentacle came from above, colliding with his head and shoulder. The impact of the collision sent him hurtling to the ground where he landed painfully on his arm, only to bob back up, as his bubble forced him a foot off the ground. He groaned in pain and clutched his arm, fairly certain that something was either broken or dislocated. At least he had managed to do some damage though.

Blatant defiance mixed with something she couldn’t put a name to bubbled up inside her and spilled into her brown eyes, making them hard steely, as Gawain told her to stay where she was while he went off back into the fray. It almost spilled out of her mouth but then there was a hand underneath her chin and she looked up into hazel eyes that meant business. The frothy mix of emotions trickled back down her stomach and any immediate retorts died with the fizz. She watched him speed walk away for a moment before she yelled with all her might: “If you get hurt anymore kid, so help me, I’m gonna kick your @$$!” Twyla reserved obscenities for moments of intense emotion, this was one of these moments although the girl wasn’t totally sure what kinds of feelings were so intense in her stomach.

“Boys.” She muttered angrily to Henrietta before “Let’s get away from this water and then we’ll check you out, okay?” There was a bench not far away and Twyla headed for it. “Take a seat, my mom’s a nurse so I kinda know what I’m talking about.” She gave the girl the ghost of a friendly smile. “So where does it hurt? Well...” Thinking about how she herself hurt all over she specified. “Tell me where it hurts the worst.” More of a smile quirked up her lips.

How to find transportation? After she did what she could for Henrietta the two of them would have to find a bus or something that the Mansion kids could use. Maybe an ambulance would be a better plan? Or a whole train of them? She kept these thoughts in the back of her mind as she set the kit down on the seat of the bench, hoping against hope that she’d have something in it that could help her friend.

When her blonde friend had yelled at Gawain a moment ago, Henrietta couldn't help but smile. He had tilted her chin up to make her look him in the eye before the shouting occured. It was sort of intense just for the brunette to watch, so she couldn't imagine it being directed at her. She wasn't sure what their relationship was, but it seemed like there was something besides a normal friendship. Henri would ask her at some point, but now was not the time.


After sitting on a bench, she bit her lip. Moving at all stung. "My ribs. I think they're just bruised, but it still hurts a little." The brunette gave Twyla a reassuring smile. "So what kind of transportation are you thinking?" If it was for a lot of the students, it would most likely have to be a bus or something else that could move huge amounts of people from point a to point b. Glancing around, she saw a semi. "Hmm...Twyla, would stuffing kids into the back of a large truck work?" She pointed to the large vehicle and shrugged. She wasn't sure how much help she was being, but she was trying to come up with something.

Snapping from her stupor, she realized quite suddenly that Verdi was heading for her, asking some sort of question that took her befuddled brain a moment or two to decipher.... Ah. was she alright? Yes, she was indeed alright. She spared her savior a second glance before forcing herself to her feet hurriedly. Though she felt grit in her teeth and there was still the cold sting of mud in her eyes, she was fine. All of her fingers and toes seemed to work fine, as well as her arms and legs. She would survive. She Nodded to her friend and swept her eyes in the direction the dark haired girl was looking. As if her roommate would read her thoughts, Andrea let herself slip back into inward chatter, about how she hadn't seen their current captain, nor did she know as to where he might be. She nodded again, as Verdi mentioned retreating back to the trees once more, and was game to follow like a puppy after its mother, but movement from the corners of her eyes caused her to stay rooted in place.

It had never occurred to her before the mighty things that a fire truck could do. Sure, she had seen them in her neighborhood before, once to rescue a cat from a tree and another time to help disentangle a tree from a neighbors house after a fairly bad storm, But seeing their makeshift leader and the other boy- who she couldn't recall if she had met before or not, but recognized him as the same boy who had lopped off bits and pieces of the Cthulhu at the beginning of the fight-, come careening onto the scene with a quite possibly pilfered Fire truck. Hope blossomed in her chest.

It was around that time, while she was feeling all fluttery and hopeful, that a sprinkler which had been wedged in its resting place, wriggled enough to pop from the ground and send a burst of cold, awakening water straight into the side of her head before dragging itself though her wriggling hair and off somewhere behind her. She hadn't the strength, nor energy to shriek in protest, only enough to stand trembling with her eyes batting out the sudden running water racing down her face. She was indeed awake now. Right. Enough dilly-dallying.

She turned and started off in the direction Verdi had been going, her single shoe sloshing as water and dirt overflowed from within. She figured pausing and sparing just a moment to tear the useless piece of clothing from her foot would be harmless, but after bending and slipping her shoe off, a terrible sound reached her ears. A horrible sound. She was too afraid to even turn around and look. It sounded like something being sucked underwater... slowly... much to slowly. As a shiver danced up her spine, she turned in time to watch in horror as the once mighty red fire engine was casually engulfed by the beast.... Or rather, Into it. Her wet, muddy hands flew to cover her mouth and she sank to the ground, her eyes as wide as saucers as she watched the event unfold practically before her. The smaller bodies of people still on the truck fighting desperately, a flood of water suddenly rushing the monster, the truck sinking under its muddy surface.

She shuddered, and turned her saucer reminiscent eyes towards a distant voice... she definitely knew that voice. It wasn't Verdi, no. It was male. Orange eyes landed on the form of Saphirus as he barreled towards the Cthulhu and her breath hitched in her throat. He was fearless. He was reckless. He was going to get himself killed..... or save their lives. She bit into her knuckles to keep herself from screaming at him, from distracting him, and simply watched and whimpered. It wasn't until their leader had been saved that she released her smarting fingers from her own sharp canines. He had done it! He had-

...fainted. Fear flooded her and right on its heels a new wave of energy hit her. Her second wind. She launched to her feet as Cafas dragged Saph away from the battle, slipping and stumbling her way over to them as fast as she could without breaking herself in the process. "Saphirus!"
Her voice betrayed her paranoid fears, that he was dead or dying, but she managed to stifle her next cry with a grunt as she dropped to her knees next to the man. He was dirty, banged up, bleeding in several places... and looked fairly naked without his customary coat on- though not as naked as the sword wielder had been. Her eyes bounced around on him for a moment her hands following, taking in the many wounds, before landing on the rising and falling of his chest. That was good, he was breathing fine- if a little ragged. She looked to Cafas next, her brows knit with worry, lips drawn down in a rather tight, ugly frown on her muddy, wet face.

"Are you alright?" She would have man-handled him as she planned to do to Saph, wrapping wounds as best as she could here and there, but he was still conscious and she was far to shy to do such a thing.
"Do you need me to bandage anything up?" Though her voice was still a bit timid and shaky, she was rather proud as how strong she sounded all of the sudden, like her mother always had. She really did need to work on that accent some more... she was massacring words still.

Her stubborn march toward the tree line halted with the loudspeaker voice of a full adult. She was nearly in that category herself, she noticed with a tremble, but her voice was not that of a smoker. Her eyes found the firetruck and the purple haired man riding it. There was another boy also on board and the truck was doing some serious damage to Cthulhu. What with the sprinklers dousing his feet, and the truck spraying wildly. Not to mention the rain that was pouring from the heavens like a gift from above. A wondrous Christmas blessing, even if it was a little early.

She watched in terror as brave men fell. Their captain dragged a fallen one out of harms way and collapsed nearby. Verdy heard his cry and watched as her roommate rushed to the aid of the boys- men. She glanced across the road to the store with a broken window. That was her destination. This was her duty. She stumbled through the broken glass, still clutching the burn on her arm. She could see grubby clay marks from where bodies had moved, the bouncing trajectory of the other boy clear from the marks of his body on white mattresses.

She followed the trail to where two shapes lay on the same mattress. The thrown one was injured? But he had ridden the truck with the Alchemist, her captain. Snatching the shield she gasped as her fingers met something hot. Picking it up she stared at the heat pack below and after a moments thought, pocketed it. It was hot against her thigh, even through the pocket, and that patch of her pants began to dry.

Slinging the shield over her shoulder she tugged the cover sheet with the clay marks on it off the bed. Her captain was wearing very little and it was, after all, Christmas eve. Mid-winter. She shivered as if to prove her internal point. Even if the captain did not need to stay warm herself and countless others were soaked through and maybe someone would need the extra layer, no matter how thin.

If it came to it she was fairly sure the sheet could be used for a make-shift stretcher for the man laying unconscious by the purple haired Alchemist. Although, she noted as she approached, his hair was now more of a grey-brown. Everyone's was. She tried not to think about how she looked and ran a hand through her clay-clogged hair. So far as she could tell no one was dead, Cthulhu was dying, and that was fine with her. She dropped to her knees beside the young man and un-slung his shield, placing it next to his arm gently.

"Are you alright?"

She turned her attention to her green skinned roommate who was tending the fallen one beside their captain.

"Is he alright?"

As the clay monster howled the call of the dying she coughed and wiped her mouth on her sleeve, leaving an even dirtier streak behind.

"Are we going home now?"

Ah, home. A notion she had not known for three years, now it seemed vital. They needed to return and have someone far more professional see to their wounds. The work of those on the field was all well and good for mid-battle wounds, but not so great for the more permanent fix-jobs. She herself was fairly sure needed burn cream at least on her arm, and something to soothe the burnt flesh around her input portal. The blisters seemed inconsequential though, when judged against the wounds suffered by others.

>>“If you get hurt anymore kid, so help me, I’m gonna kick your @$$!”

That one sentence worked miracles. The grin was back on Gawain's face, and it became visible as he wiped the mud off it with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. He almost broke into a run with a new rush of energy - almost. The ribs still hurt like hell.

He couldn't make everyone out in the chaos that surrounded Chtulhu. He spotted the guy in the bubble hobbling up and down, but decided that even if he needed help, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to go near him again anytime soon.
For a moment he wondered where Guingalet went. The horse probably ran away. He didn't blame it either. He whistled anyway, just in case miracles wanted to happen on this peaceful and warm night before Christmas.
After whistling, he spat out some dirt. Putting his fingers in his mouth was probably not the greatest idea of the day.

Turning his attention to the group of people in front of him, two guys down and two girls standing over them, he decided they could probably use some help.

"Hey!" he yelled, running the last few feet "How about we all get outta here, huh?" Looking down at the two wounded men, he sighed "I'll help ya get them to the trees, girls should be gettin' us some transport back to the Mansion... Someone needs to do somethin' about the bubble queen though. I'd help her, but I think she is set on killin' me. So. Where are the others?..."

Cafas looked up at the medic from before. Was he all right? Interesting question. On the one hand he could be very sarcastic about it, on the other he could be nice. No, he was a bit too tired to be exercising his nice muscle. "Just great, I always lay right next to the road looking like I just survived a ten thousand metre drop somehow. No, thanks, I don't need any more bandages. Focus on that guy." Cafas rolled slightly over and winced as bruises made themselves very apparent. He was walking on bandaged ankles, fighting with bandaged wrists and the thing wasn't dead. He really needed to stand up though. Next came the girl with the shooting hands with his shield attached to her back. He knew he had a reason for putting that leather strap on it. She did however need a lesson in how to use one's brain. "No we're staying until that thing is a puddle. After that we will go home. I am also fairly sure there is no-one here who may be addressed as he that is alright."

'If there is anything that could be considered a stupid question, it was that. I get nasty when I'm beat up and tired...'

Next came the dumb person who thought they needed to move. The one that looked like a woman and had been attacked by Juka. He would deal with the not bright one as he had dealt with the others in their asking of dumb questions. "Unless you haven't noticed my gender ambiguous friend, we are currently twenty metres away from that thing at the side of the road. Something you may also wish to note here is the fact the road is the only clean piece of ground around here. Now, you may move, but I'm going to stay where I am thanks." Cafas sat very slowly. He was not having much fun anymore. Although his shield was returned to him. Hr held it with his arm, clutching it to his body. Raising his voice as far as he could Cafas yelled across the field to someone else doing something dumb. "Juka, get your a** over here, it's dying anyway, no use getting hurt trying to speed up an already definite result!" and with that he lay back down utterly spent. Perhaps he would feel better in the morning.

'Everyone around me seems to have contracted stupidity over the time of this battle. I hope it's only temporary.'

((ooc. I don't think you're stupid guys! Just how C.J. is feeling! I love you all!))

Everything was pain. His arm was espeically bad, but Juka was fairly certain that there wasn't a place in his body that wasn't aching with various cuts and bruises. Cuts that didn't bleed, of course, but cuts nevertheless. He wished he could lie down and just fall unconsious, but of course his bubble wouldn't allow that to happen. He thought he would never be granted the gift of temporary oblivion again, would never gain any respite from the pain he felt. Life simpy wasn't fair.

"Juka, get your a** over here, it's dying anyway, no use getting hurt trying to speed up an already definite result!"

Juka's mind was forced back into the reality of the situation he was currently in. He was on the ground, or rather just above the ground, floating in a prone position far to close to the dying Cthulu monster. Alchemist's words were just what he needed to force his mind back to the task at hand and that task had suddenly changed from trying to do more damage to the monster to trying to bring himself to a place of safety. The creature was dying and it had taken the angry words of another to show him the truth of that. Maybe, just maybe, it would finally die and he would be able to rest even if that rest wasn't going to include sleep.

It took far more effort than it should have to force himself the handful of feet from where he lay to where Alchemist, Cafas, the man he had mistakenly tried to kill in his fit of madness earlier and a couple of unknown strangers lay, just outside the easy range of the dying monster's rage. He collapsed there, or at least as close to collapsed as he could currently accomplish, his anvils dropping to the ground just below him. He might not be physically capable of falling unconsious, but for the moment he wasn't capable of doing much of anything else either.

“Yeah, bruised ribs just hurt a teeny, tiny bit.” Twyla rolled her eyes. Falling off the uneven bars gives you bruised ribs and in all of her experience they sucked. “This is totally weird, but I need to check something or I’m going to explode from freaking out.” She paused, garnering courage for her next question. “Can I put my hand under your shirt? It’s to check for internal bleeding...” A blush crept on her cheeks from the sheer awkwardness of it. “Actually, I think you can probably check yourself. Put your hand here and here...” She held her hand above her heart, lungs, and all the other major organs in her torso. “If it hurts crazy bad you might be bleeding. You’re kinda pale but I don’t think that’s why...” She trailed off, biting her lip from worry.

“I’m not sure, I’ve never had to move this many people...” She followed Henri’s gaze to the large truck parked next to a police barrier. “Just sit tight, I’ll be right back.” Twyla didn’t want Henri moving more than she had to, so she set out alone towards the man standing next to the semi. She had almost made it up to him when she noticed the small bus that had obviously been used by several reporters based on the camera crews milling about. For a second the girl relaxed, letting her body become the same coloring as the street. Slowly she wove through the people swarming like flies around carrion with ease and made it onto the bus apparently unseen.

The bus driver was a woman, probably in her late forties with dark skin and curly black hair. Next to the steering wheel there was a picture of two children that looked like who Twyla assumed was their bus driver mother. Dropping the camouflage she seemed to have startled the woman a bit before she began to speak. “Um, excuse me ma’am, but um, you know that scary thing out there.” The woman nodded, slowly wearing off from the shock of being ambushed by a girl with pink hair who just suddenly appeared next to her. “Well, some kids from my school were, you know, fighting with it...they still kinda are I think, I'm not really sure. Um, we need a ride back to our school...Do you think that maybe you could help us with that?” Nerves made her speak quietly and quickly and Twyla stared at her shoes as she waited for the woman to process what was being asked of her. Her hands moved behind her back and Twyla crossed her fingers.

Twyla asked to put her hand up Henri's shirt. The blonde's face turned red and so did Henrietta's. Luckily, she told her how to check herself. Sighing with relief, she gently applied a pressure to the directed areas. It hurt, but not so bad that she could have internal bleeding. Another relieved sigh.

At the mention of the semi, Twyla looked at it. She told Henri to stay where she was. At first, it appeared that the girl with pink streaks in her hair was going to talk to the semi driver. All of a sudden Henrietta couldn't keep track of where she was anymore. She glanced around frantically until she realized that she had probably gone camo. Well, hoping she had gone camo. If all it was was her power, that would be fine, but if she had gotten hurt....The thought made Henri scared.

Sitting on the bench, Henrietta thought about what her next move should be. She didn't like the thought of her best friend just wandering into a mob of people. The brunette wanted to go check if she was okay, but is she was she'd be mad at Henri for leaving the bench. Sighing, this time from frusteration, she stood up. She winced a small bit, but walked as normal as she could. Making it over to the semi, she glanced around. Twyla was nowhere. Turning around, she noticed a small bus. From the outside of the windsheild, she could see the girl.

As Henrietta walked toward the bus, she looked at all the reporters. She hated media. Anything bad for normal people was good for them. As she continued to think about this, she made her way onto the bus. "You just disappeared all of a sudden. I thought you were hurt..or something. I know you can camo, but it still scared me." She also didn't like the idea of being alone out there. "By the way, no internal bleeding. Just bruised." She gave the girl two thumbs up and smiled.

Andrea tried not to be distracted by the arrival of her roommate and a boy she hadn't met before. She smiled a bit at the dark haired girls comment on wanting to go home, she agreed heartily- a thought that seemed to be backed up by the newest boy as well. She turned her attention to cafas though, as he had started speaking.

>>"Just great, I always lay right next to the road looking like I just survived a ten thousand metre drop somehow. No, thanks, I don't need any more bandages. Focus on that guy."

luckily for Andrea, her lack of socialization dampened the mans remark. She nodded quickly and dropped into her medical pack for some bandages and band aids. Half a roll of gauze and and unopened package met her eager fingers, and after a bit more digging she managed to grasp a handful of band aids as well, in a multitude of sizes and shapes. First and for most on her list of things to take care of was the nice wound Saph had received on his forehead, just under the hairline. She winced and checked it quickly with her fingers, before dropping her fist full of band aids in her lap and diving into a search to find a few in the appropriate size. Her fingers moved quickly after she had them gathered, peeling their paper shells apart before sticking one side to his skin. It took a little more wincing and tucking to make sure the wound was closed properly before she attached the other side of the bandied. A few more followed the first before a layering of gauze was wrapped around to secure them in place. Andrea tied a small knot in the fabric and ripped what was left away with help from her teeth. It was about then, while she was digging into the pile of band aids again, that she noticed her roommates wound. A pang of guilt thudded to life within her chest as she thought about how her friend had received the burn, and why it was that she hadn't noticed sooner.

"Oh Verdi! your arm..." She was quick to find the last small packet of burn cream her pack contained, and quicker to hand the girl the cream as well as what was left of the gauze. "You should put this on it before it gets infected!" She cast a sullen look at her friend, before dropping her gaze back down at Saph. Her fingers unwrapped a few more large band aids and decorated the mans many smaller wounds with them, only content with her own work when he sort of reminded her of a paper mache puppet. She sat back on her haunches and tilted her head at him, before stretching out a finger and poking him gently in the ribs.

"Saph?"

((Lemme know if anyone wants me to change anything. =.= ))

The world around him was swimming, and he was sitting like a rock at the bottom of a pond. He felt the 'waters' around him begin to slowly calm as his consciousness started to return... And through the muffled world about him he heard an Aussie speaking loudly. Why did he sound so angry... someone was touching him... His head wound stung for a second and then felt like it was covered... The Same thing started to happen elsewhere in his body as the sounds of the setting made themselves clearer and clearer... Where was he? Oh yeah... The park... A picnic, right? wait... not a picnic... Definitely not a picnic... his eyes opened slowly as he mumbled loudly without having the clarity to stop himself. "Don't be a douche, Dundee.. It don't fit you..."

The world came into focus, and a familiar green face appeared in front of him... "Andrea?" He then realized, then, that he was practically mummified; covered with bandages everywhere. He could feel them, sticking to his countless scratches... "W... What the hell?" He did his one plus ones, and looked into green girl's dark shades. "Ain't much of a medic, are you?" He forced himself up, causing the world to swim about him once more, and closed his eyes tightly, placing a palm over them. What had happened? He'd just... Passed out... "Pushed myself too hard..." He said to no one in particular, before his head cleared and he climbed slowly to his feet. Jees, everyone was deep sixed, for the look of it... Dress boy looked like he'd had a number done on him, The boy who had broken the two girls's fall probably wasn't feeling too well, Cafas was still beat up, and that ninja was nowhere to be seen...

To top it off, there was no way they had gotten rid of every single one of the mini monsters, and they couldn't be certain that the big one was going to die, as soppy as it looked. Unless the sprinklers, rain, and the firetrucks inner water supply had been enough, they were prolly in for even more combat... Looking at all of them... He wasn't so sure they could take another wave... He took a few steps, and then stumbled, grabbing a tree branch to balance himself.