Your ears rung, head splitting in pain from the blast. Checking yourself over, you realized your injuries were mostly from hitting your head. Croc had shielded you from the bomb.

"Croc..!"

You crawled over to where he lay, clutching his ribs. Blood poured from the shrapnel in his stomach.

The building was filled with smoke, and pieces of the ceiling fell around you.

He shoved you aside, turning his face away. "Go."