Keys rattled and the door was opened. So they're finally here. England remains sitting and keeps his eyes close. He can sense them walking towards him, two of them with one more waiting outside. As soon as they are right next to him he opens his eyes and lashes his left foot out knocking them both down. He gets up and jumps back, narrowly missing a fist. He concentrates and puts his hand out towards them.
"Doombolt!" He shouts as a dark green bolt shoots out of his palm and hits one of the enemies. "One!" England laughs and runs past the remaining one and goes out the door. He is greeted with another black figure a large one. He tries to run past but the thing reaches out and grabs him by the hood of his cape. Lifting him up he chokes out another spell.
"Witchflight!" He manages and is teleported a couple of feet away from the figure. He dashes down the hall and makes a sharp right then continues making various sharp turns. Panting he leans on the wall, finally admitting he is lost. Looking around he sees only two rooms, prisons. Continuing down the hall he turns and finds a large double door, the exit! England rushes over and opens the doors. He steps out and realizes he has just met his defeat. A good amount of those black figures are there and they all turn to look at him.
"BLOODY HELL!" England yells out in frustration and instantly flies up. All the figures follow him up and grab onto him. "Get off me you wankers!" He kicks out and continues flying. Kicking one and another off of him they plummet down. "two and three" England says and lashes out a fist at a nearby enemy. "four" He kicks and punches another "five" He continues lashing out until he reaches "14" Panting now England almost gives up but resumes the fight. There were only three more left. Still in the air he faces the last enemies. Exhausted he kicks out at one but it grabs his leg and throws him aside. England flies out of control but regains his balance. He is becoming too slow.
"Doombolt!" He is able to take out two. "fifteen… sixteen" Of course there's one more left! There's ALWAYS one more left! And of course this one is the large one he escaped from earlier! England punches but it grabs his wrist and with its other hand grabs his neck. The big guy pushes England back to the ground, too quickly. He is slammed onto his back and hacks out blood. "ack!" He struggles against him but he is just too large. England is pinned and choked. He's screwed. "No!" He yells out, he has to try one last spell, the one that always makes him black out. He tries to get the hand off his neck but can't, he isn't capable of saying the spell out loud. "W-wind…" He cant do it, he's going to die. "Windbla-" Almost! Say it you idiot!
"Britain!" England tries to look around but can't, the hand loosens as the guy pinning him looks up. Now! England lashes at the hand again and it lets go completely. It even lets go of his wrist. He flies up and shouts before he can stop himself "Windblade!" A large gust of wind goes straight for the enemy and slices him clean in half.
"Britain!" England turns around and sees Russia flying towards him. England flies to the ground, as soon as his feet touch the floor he collapses on his knees.
"Seventeen" Russia lands next to him and puts his hands on his shoulders.
"Im going to hug you" England nods slowly and Russia hugs him.
"H-how did you find me?" England whispers.
"Im good like that" Russia whispers back. England chuckles lightly and passes out.