C20 Fractured Trust

Tyrone lay crumpled on the floor, his face pale against the cold concrete. Eddie, his face contorted in a mask of rage, was about to charge when a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

"We can't fight them all, Eddie," Timilehin hissed, his voice tight with barely suppressed panic. "We need to get Tyrone out of here."

Lissandra, ever the pragmatist, knelt beside Tyrone