A broken leg... oh man. He'd have to get them out of there, then. Problem was, everything seemed to be made of lead.

"I've had worse." He gave a pained grunt as he tried again to figure out how to get his feet under him. "I'll have one heck of a bruise, though." And almost definitely no other internal trauma of any sort. Yep. "Just need a second to... catch my breath..."

Honestly, Greg would have been happy to pass out right there, as drained as he was. However, they were still under the wheel that had leaked dark death all over them, at the heart of a shadowy hell. With monumental effort, Greg managed to squirm onto his knees.

The Nox had dissolved with its evident death, leaving Casey's bat in the dirt. Not as good as a hockey stick, but better than nothing. "All right... grab on, Casey, never too old for a piggy back ride."