A cry was ripped out of her throat painfully as she was dragged away from her father.
Once the other monsters were taken care of, the knights realized the true extent of the battle. Sir Gunnar was the first to look for his apprentices, seeing one of them in shambles on top of their father who was out cold for the time being. However, the blood coming from his body would make anyone believe otherwise if it weren't for the faint rise and fall of his chest once his child was no longer over him.
Gunnar remained steadfast as he wrapped his arms around Irene and prevented her from going to her father again.
"We must allow them to do what they need to save him," Gunnar persisted gently despite the sheer strength of someone who was coming out of shock and feeling everything at once. "We will wrap his arm and take him to the mages immediately."
"I-I'll do it," Irene uttered. "I'll save him. Please, sir."
