The Prince was fading in and out. He wanted to call for help, but he was worried he'd be heard, identified, and put out of his misery. The battle still sounded like it was going. He didn't know what was happening. He couldn't see much. There was blood threatening to run into his eyes. His arm was wounded, he could feel it wet and painful. One of his legs he couldn't feel at all, and it was hard to breathe trapped under the dead armored soldier. One of his arms had been stepped on hard.
Before he blacked out again, the Prince felt very, very scared. All he could think about was Riku.
In less than an hour, the men from the fortress were formed into neat lines, pushing the Galbadians back. The fighting petered out as Galbadians threw down their weapons and threw up their arms. Roxas cleaned his sword off on the grass and sheathed it, nodding to the General of their group of men to take over as he motioned Hayner to follow him. The General began giving orders to round up the surrendered Galbadians, over one thousand men reduced to near two hundred.
"General Weller!" Roxas called, spotting the tall man among the soldiers. The General broke away to come greet the young Lord.
"Lord Strife, a very welcome sight!" he said, giving Roxas a short bow, and Hayner a nod of his head. "We were near retreat."
Roxas nodded. "We came as soon as we found out the Galbadian intentions. General Stanley is rounding up the prisoners, and the rest of our men are starting in on the wounded." Balamb wounded first, then Galbadian wounded, then Balamb dead, then Galbadian dead. Priorities.
General Weller stopped a moment to signal up to the wall. Battle over. Sound the victory call.
Barty felt his shoulders relax. "It is over." He pat Riku's shoulder reassuringly.
Roxas gave a look around. "Is Sora inside?" he asked.
Conrad gave a look around. He made a noise of uncertainty. "He was with us..." He was out here. Where was their Prince?