Pure adrenaline coursed through Cyprus' veins. He had to make sure that he wasn't another victim of these monsters so he bolted and ran with Adrian and another knight in an easterly direction of the building. The sound of the gunshots dying out as they drew further away from that doomed building. "Where are we going?" Adrian asked, both frightened and angry. Cyprus did not reply and kept running, but the heavy power armor was taking a toll on his body and with every few steps he grew fatigued, feeling a wave a constraint and pain wash over him. A few feet later he stopped and dropped to one knee and felt his body become over encumbered with the amount of weight that was put on to it.<br/><br/>Adrian did not let this go unnoticed and soon began to pick up his superior with one arm, the other knight motioning to grab the other. Cyprus couldn't see Adrian's face through that helmet, but he knew him well enough to know that a look of shock and sadness draped his face; what was once anger and frustration turned into compassion and selflessness. Cyprus put his arms over the shoulders of his men and the hoisted him up and dragged him next to the shell of what was once a Corvega, propping him up against the side of the car. Adrian removed his helmet, revealing the face of a man who was in great pain.<br/><br/>"Sir, where does it hurt?" the other knight said.<br/><br/>"Leg..." Cyprus raised a weak finger and pointed clumsily to his left leg. Adrian immediately (although with great effort) tore off that part of armor that was protecting his left thigh and used his small knife to cut the fabric that was under, revealing a large purple area of swollen skin.<br/><br/>"Oh..."