But then his here, in a raging bloody battlefield, the air filled with screams and the smell of rotten flesh and burned skin filled the air. His chains pulsed and screech, ninpo constructing and vibrating inside him. Orange sparkle of magma enlighten his veins and markings, the spark of a nova inside him as he held his tight breath to not scream, his whole body burns and his whole ninpo just fills the area like a gravity pressure. Letting it contort around him as he held you tight, shaking and willing himself not to cry as you began to cough and whine, because damn it, he want fast enough

“No no no, baby, it’s okay, I got you”

He says, keeping his voice steady, even when it wants to break, even when it wants to crack as he pressed against your bleeding side. So much. Too much. You were going cold fast, and he couldn’t move when the battle field was still hot, different kinds of kraang species trying to attack, which he lets his chains letting burn its pink flesh till it turns to ash when they get too close. God, he needs to call Leo, or a medic, or anyone who could be near their location. But his train of thought snapped fast as he feels your hand going weak. The color of your eyes fading slowly like a weakening flame. Your chest barely going up and down as air wasn’t pushing inside then it should. His ninpo screeches, pulsing inside him as it searched your soul, going strong like a growing flame as you were getting so cold. And He panics, squeezing your limp arm as he desperately pressed his forehead on yours, searching your face as you try so hard to focus on his

“Please…stay with me…J-Just..hold on, I can…I can”