Flames staggered about, clutching his head as his vision slowly returned to him, piece by piece. "Why did that thing have to launch its more explosive attacks at the same time the suit exploded?" Flames thought as he cleared his head and surveyed his surrondings:
Most of the area around him was craters and rubble, although the corridors in the distance where undamaged. A huge pile of what had once been part of the ceiling lay before him, parts of the machine he had been fighting poking out, motionless like everything else nearby...
Had Flames been in better shape, he may have heard sounds in the distance, sounds of the others. Instead he was focusing on his hand as he tried to estimate how much energy and how much Ki he had left. He stared at his palm expectantly, but nothing happened. No orbs, no sparks, not even a slight flicker. He cursed himself, weighing up his options. He couldn't use any Ki, he was in no state to fight and his left arm had gone numb. He only had enough energy to run right now, and even that would be painful, at least until he focus himself again...