Logan made his way over to Arnar and reached out a hand.
''Come on,'' he said, a faint smile on his face. ''Let's get going.''
Arnar smiled, lying on the ground with his battle axe beside him.
''Colin,'' he said, grabbing Logan's hand.
Around them, other mercenaries helped the wounded, lifting bodies or supporting limping comrades toward the barrier.
''Good to see you alive,'' Arnar said with a grin, standing beside him. ''You surprised the hell out of me when you charged through those fishmen.''
''Didn't think I'd make it either,'' Logan said, shaking his head.
Both too exhausted to speak, they simply nodded, happy for their survival.
Logan and Arnar followed after their group, heading straight into the barrier.
Once inside, they were met by several military trucks and medical vans.
People ran around everywhere, the medical teams quickly taking care of the severely injured while the military hunters stepped through the borders.
