The battlefield was intense, more so than either of us were prepared for.
Laced with blood of our own, we couldn't fight off the enemy fast enough.
Speedy was a fallen warrior, as were the rest of our beloved Titans. Starfire, Raven, Cyborg and I were the only ones still capable of defeating the enemy, and yet, we were not gaining. Slade's army of henchmen was endless—once a hundred were ripped to pieces, another thousand had arrived and caught us from behind.
The odds were not in our favor; the teen titans were a fallen army.
"Robin, we can't keep going," Cyborg called from fifty yards away. His sonic cannon had taken care of seventy crowding robots, but more were circling around him as he spoke. He fired again, this time barely getting rid of any.
"We have to!" I yelled back, casting a large number aside with my metal pole.
Starfire was engulfed in green fire nearby, melting the henchmen that dared to touch her. A large pile of dead robots encircled her smoking form as she cooled down briefly. From the look in her eyes, you could tell that she would soon be unfit for battle.
"Star, you okay?" I called.
It took her a few seconds to respond, indicative of how exhausted she was. She tightened her features, her lips becoming a straight line. She was determined, that much I could tell. She wasn't backing away any time soon, even if it cost her life. "I am the okay, Robin. Although I am surprised Slade is nowhere to be found. His armies have diminished."
Cyborg walked over to where I was, and Starfire followed. "That's a good point. He hasn't shown up yet."
Raven materialized behind us, supporting an unconscious Beast Boy. "We need to evacuate. He's here." Fear replaced the usual calm in her eyes, and that was as uncommon as a moody Beast Boy.
"Who, Raven? Who is coming?"
"It's not who you think," she said. "It's—"
She didn't get to finish her thought. Just as the words formed in her throat, a tremendous electric pulse ran through the ground and knocked us all unconscious.