Caprimon's abilities numb Duke's senses. Makes it hard for him to move, for him to do anything. But he keeps fighting, not willing to give up. Not willing to lose Andre and Thea. Not after all of this. He feels like he's been moving for years and only progressing a few inches, Caprimon's weight on his shoulders barely registered, but the strength of his attack enough to make Duke's head spin, his thoughts barely sensible as he digs in, one hand, one foot, a knee. Anything to move even a little.
He can't tell anymore which way he's moving, if he's even headed in the right direction anymore, then he hears voices overhead. Female, male, he can't tell- hands touching his back, his shoulders, plucking Caprimon off of him. He wants to yell, hit them, thrash at whoever dared to remove his partner- Caprimon might be working against him, but at least he had known he was safe-
Then he's flipped onto his back and looking up into Thea's dark, wide eyes, Andre's cool grey gaze next to her. "It's ok, Duke," Andre tells him. "We're all ok."
"There was this weird flash of light," Thea babbles, rubbing his shoulder briskly. "It made the sea let us go! I guess! I don't know really what happened, it was really disorienting, but either way, we washed up on the beach and... well, here you were!"
Duke blinks wearily up at her, holding a hand out towards them, relieved when Andre smoothly holds it between his own, an oddly sympathetic look on his face as he peers down at him. "You're both ok," he slurs out before everything fades away.
The last thing he registers is Caprimon's sheepish voice. "I ... may have overdone it a little bit."