Despite the sweat on Ven's skin and the fire still raging in his wound, chills had started to work their way over and through him. He didn't question Terra when she helped him up, vaguely aware on some more lucid level of his mind that he needed to rely on her now more than ever -- literally, as every movement that disturbed his leg made him cringe and hiss quietly. He tried to maintain at least half his weight on his good leg, but that whole process just now had sapped much of what energy he had left. Simple balance was easier said than done.

Rae followed along quietly, shooting nervous looks back towards the entrance and boarded windows, but then quickly moved ahead to open any doors for Terra as needed. As often as she'd chided Ven for not planning ahead better, she had no advice to give this time; this was a Hero matter, no mistake, and they were both depending heavily on Terra now.

"Terra..." It was Ven who spoke, keeping his voice low -- although even if he'd wanted to, he probably didn't have the strength to be much louder than that. "If there's too many -- don't worry about it. Just... If it's just me, maybe they won't..."

That was wishful thinking. If Terra left him to save herself, there was a chance -- a small chance -- that they would spare him, perhaps, taking him prisoner instead of killing him outright. As lightheaded as Ven was, however, he still knew those odds were low; he'd just cut down a dozen of them in the last half hour alone. They knew what he could do.