Boom.

He had no idea how long he had been running, but that was over now. An explosion lifted Genzen into the air throwing him through the branches of a tree, dirt and debris flung into the air. There was no control or awareness within Genzen as he slammed into the ground flipping over himself like a rag doll with a sickening thud following by the sound of something breaking. He lay there in the trench of what was the path his body had taken. He couldn't even summon the energy to make a noise of pain as he was using all of his energy to simply keep breathing.

The flag was a few more feet ahead of him, the pole it had been on was broken. Someone had rushed up next to him, but that was about all he could tell really. He didn't know if it was friend or foe, but he was basically defeated at this point. At least now he could hear again. Wait, no it was actually very loud. Was that the sound of battle? He finally used some strength to open his eyes. Sure enough magitech abilities were going off everywhere, the sound of blades clashing or fists connecting. Tree's falling in the distance. Was this the front lines? He tilted his head and saw something he couldn't believe. His base...

It was within fifty yard and the battle was in full swing. Was his flag even still in the building. His team was pushing to their limits to keep up with the numbers of the other teams. He was so close to being done. He tried to move to got on his stomach and he felt the grinding sensation. His ribs and one of his legs were broken. He wasn't even sure if he could roll over. It hurt so much his body was so weak, he was literally crying as he got onto his front side. He wanted to scream in pain, exhaustion. Pushing up onto his elbows he lifted his head with muscle that shook to look at the flag. Fifty yards. Thats all he needed.

He was going to drag the dead weight that was his body. Reaching out with his left hand he gripped at the dirt, doing his best he pulled his hand back to himself, he had barely moved. He may as well had just been digging in the dirt. He let out a sharp hiss as he reached out again to try again. Finally making a bit of progress. Again, and again. Pain wracking his body as he finally reached the flag he dropped from the explosion. He had to keep going. One goal at a time. Get to that bush, get to that tree, get to that rock. Crawl, pull, drag. He needed to push up the pace, he didn't dare look at the battle field, look behind him, or turn away from his goal. He wouldn't make it if he gave a second though to anything other than dragging himself to the base.

Finally in the main bay area he could see his own flag! It was still there in it's stand! He wanted to be relieved, he wanted to stop now, but he couldn't. Pushing up to his hands and knee's with a cry of pain, every muscle in his arms and hands, his core, his thighs, his calves. It was all burning pain. Muscles had given up entirely, he couldn't grip the flag pole so he had just wrapped the flag around one of his hands.

But, he never made it all the way. He passed out seven feet from his goal. Holding an outstretched arm with the flag wrapped around it towards the goal post.