"I'm out," Christopher snapped, removing his headset and all but throwing it on to his laptop in frustration. He looked around and realized that there were only two of their team still operational.
Liam and Brenna.
The others were gathered around the two remaining operational computers. No one spoke, probably because the headsets were soundproofed to block outside noise while allowing them to communicate with each other through microphones, but the sheer lack of noise was unsettling.
Rising, Christopher moved to join the others.
"Gargoyle down," Brenna called.
"On it," Liam said.
"It's Demona," Brenna called. "She'll be fine."
"She's not moving…" Liam trailed off in his concentration.
"Give her a minute," Brenna said absently. "She'll be up and moving in a moment. Liam, to your left. Brooklyn could use some help."
"Got it," Liam said, maneuvering his Steel Clan soldier to scoop up the injured gargoyle. "Taking him to medical," he said and the camera showed the Steel Clan scooping up the red figure and making a mad dash across the courtyard.
"This isn't good," Garia said softly. "They've lost half of the gargoyles and most of the Steel Clan."
"And the labyrinth clan," Lexington said. He shared a look and a nod with Garia. Together, they hopped to the floor. "You guys stay here. Keep manning the Steel Clan that you can and if you are all taken out of commission stay here. We'll be back as soon as we can."
With that, the two smallest gargoyles ran from the room to join their brethren.