Huzuni, who had just came back from being unconcious, blinked his eyes, trying to regain focus. He slowly got up. And saw what was happening.

"[i]Argh! My leg... I don't think I'll be able to walk for some time...[/i]" He tought to himself. And with his grasping voice he asked "James... what is going *Cough* on?" Did we escape?"

The samurai then sat down once more, he didn't want to get more injured than before. "[i]I hope I can rege- Oh yea... my suit's damaged on the core, not being able to heal me. Dammit! I knew something was of![/i]"

Whilist waiting for aid, he looked arround, everyone was having a hard time defending. And he was standing there... life-less and dull, on the floor with nothing to do.

"[i]I won't die now, nor tomorow, only when I chose to![/i]" With that, he tried his hardest to get up. Somehow managed to, but he kept on hugging to wall to not lose balance.

"Can I *Cough* Help? In any way posible?!" He said, with his best efforts to even talk, let alone move his mouth, or any muscle to be precise...