[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Myno[/color][/h3][/center]

Myno could barely gaze at Roane and barely registered her words. He let out a grunt as a reply - whether it was a 'yes' or a 'no' would be up to her to decipher. But he was obviously in no good shape. He, himself, knew it. He inwardly cursed to himself for being inattentive. Years of sleeping seems to have made him rusty in the art of war. The Mauthe Doog he had summoned stood by him loyally, its aim to protect him from anything that was an enemy. Although no one seemed to even notice him anymore as the Varjans and Dwarves ignored him to battle with each other.

The Manakete heard yet another voice - it was the boy prince's voice. His eyes blurred and cleared repeatedly as he gazed upon the prince. He was saying something he could not decipher. But he guessed it was somewhere between the lines of 'we have to get out of here' and 'get to safety'. He let himself be dragged by the prince, feet under him barely walking in a straight line. He fought for his consciousness. He certainly couldn't fall unconscious now, not in the battlefield. He would just be a burden and that was the last thing he wanted to be.

There was a flash of bright light that temporarily blinded him. It took a while for him to process that it was an attack - a lightning bolt striking down on a huge portion of the battlefield. He could hear a new voice calling out to the prince who was supporting him. He still had his consciousness for now and could understand bits and pieces and he managed to put two and two together. That red clothed girl and the blue clothed girl - Keerin, he thought her name was - were fighting whether or not they should leave the others. Myno wasn't thinking clearly as his mind was too busy fighting for consciousness but he said the first thing that came to his mind. 

[color=ed1c24]"Leave."[/color] He muttered but it was loud enough for others to hear. [color=ed1c24]"Retreat. Too many."[/color]