Something tugged on his upper arm hard, lifting him from the floor.

He was being pulled somewhere.

Some where

Where?

What did they want from him?

He forced these thoughts through his muddled brain as a harsh yank made him stumble and he had no choice but to weakly stagger behind this person.

Who was it?

Were they enemy or friend?

Did they mean harm or were they saving him? There wasn't enough strength in his tired body to pull himself away either way. The clasp wasn't tight enough to be malicious but still uncomfortable; it was hurting his arm.

But what wasn't hurting of him right now?

Everything hurt

Pain

There was this incessant buzz in his ears making him unable to understand the noises around. His eyes; the bright light was torture, forcibly piercing through his closed eyelids. Debris and broken bits of glass were cutting into his bare feet with every step, and the person just kept dragging him.

…Stop.

He felt like puking. He couldn't walk anymore. His guts were threatening to spill out. Stop.

Stop!

This much movement was too much from his beaten body.

But he couldn't speak for some reason. All he could taste in his mouth was zinc and blood.

Tug

Tug Tug

A harsh pull

"Just bear with me!" Came a female voice, a bit desperate.

…Who?

Who was this?

Who?

'Please,' This time she was pleading.

Oh.

Okay.

He relaxed a little and continue to allow himself be hauled. This person probably didn't intend to harm him.

"This'll hurt a little," She spoke

Ah?

So it was like this after all?

He felt resigned.

But what came wasn't a blunt blow or a sharp prickle of a poisonous needle. It was a cold breeze.

He opened his tired eyes just in time to see all red around him.

…What?

What is that?

Red Eye was looming above their heads, ready to rain down hell. There was nothing but fury in it.

Wrath

He felt his body freeze in fear. Heart leaping into his throat. His vision blurred as the blood rushed to his head with a jolt and he swayed barely keeping himself on his feet.

This much excitement was not good for his body.

But there was a tight protective arm wrapped around his middle now. This person did not intend to let go of him, grey disheveled long hair of hers falling onto his face.

"We are jumping, get ready, " She breathed too close to his ear.

As the eye rained down fire, He watched as if in slow motion the destruction around, his mind slowly going blank; the force of the explosion throwing them much farther away than the intended distance.

But they were out of harm's way.

She adjusted the human in her arms to avoid him hitting the cold ground, the flying rubble and the fire. And as the rubble began to settle down, Lunark noticed that M-21 has finally, blissfully lost consciousness.

The human was safe with her.

Now she needed to find Kentas.

Authors note: Lunark is no saint but headcanon says she has her honor as a warrior and leaving an injured human behind after enlisting his allies help for her goal isn't something she'd do. Set in the backdrop of chapter 435, this is me hoping that she had pulled M-21 out of the castle before the redhead Clan Leaders showed us the eye of Sauron.