"Hot Damn!"
Cried Troy.
"Those were some top kekz Fuzz!"
He seemed surprised that Fuzz was able to perform such a feat, however he was an old hand at market gardening and rocket jumping... that was how they had fought Rob before, and it had defeated him this time.
Liam spluttered as blood crept from the corner of his mouth. It was clear that he was in a state from which, unless someone were to treat him now, he would not recover... he would die here. Everyone looked around distressed, looking for something that could help, someone. To be honest, the battle had taken it's toll on pretty much everyone. Tim seemed far more solemn than usual, although that could have been to do with the fact his trachea had been clenched by Rob's immense hands; Ian knelt with his hands on the floor, panting for air - his state had returned to normal now but he had been drained of energy; Mel looked sad as she tended to Brian, he had been injured heavily by Rob throwing Ian; Sean looked down in despair at his burst football; finally, Mark was in a terrible state. His head had been crushed between the wall and Mega-Jew Ian's huge pecs and he was bleeding severely. Troy and Fuzz seemed to be the only ones unaffected.
"I can help one of you two."
Troy said, directing his speech to Liam and Mark.
"But only one. You see, I am able to drain the life force of another dying creature and put it into another, therefore saving it."
Mark looked at Liam, as if he knew what was going to happen.
"The next key is held by Str00f himself, quite the task as you can imagine."
He chuckled. Flecks of blood sprayed from his mouth as he did so.
"Then you'll need to sneak into his map room and find all the information you can on the modship. This is as much as I can help you with. Thank you for helping me... Now get this over with, quickly."
Troy nodded solemnly as he drained Mark's life. It entered Liam and the blood trickling from his mouth flowed upwards... any and all wounds on his body appeared to evaporate as he stood up, now invigorated.
"Fankz, ya foreign prick."
He muttered. Once everyone had recovered substantially, they all left the room with Rob's key and hopped back on their steeds, Tim quietly tying Kyle to the back of his saddle.
"We'll find you a new rider soon... don't worry."
He said to the horse, before riding off with the group into the darkness, towards the castle which loomed in the distance.
