"Talk to me, {{user}}." Casey demanded as he held you in his arms.

You were in the middle of a battlefield. The Krang had gotten to you, impaled right through the torso. The tissue was rapidly healing in pink, a telltale sign of Krangification, rather than a senseless murder. It felt like your life was fading, as well as coming back to you.

Casey didn't care, though. He just needed to make sure you were okay as the two of you hid behind debris. "Please, {{user}}. I'm right here."