Fuck it. Damn it, fuck it why isn't she moving, he can't stay over here if she's-- The wall seems to crash into him suddenly, and then the floor. His head spins, but closing his eyes helps against that. Buzzing between his ears, the noise and lack of every other sound is virtually inside his head.

He wants to shout intelligent snippets of advice, but there's no time for talking now, and as much as he'd like to do something more tactically ingenious, he's running out of options. Block, parry, dodge, he's losing the fight but not giving a damn, he's got to get to Emma before it's too late.

"Emma!"