Breathing heavily, Peter scrambled up and ran for his father, his legs aching 
with sharp pain. They could still make it out, but it would be tough. Limping 
along, he took wild shots at the samurai and the mage, keeping them down for 
cover. "Come on," Peter said, scooping an arm around his father and rushing
toward the kitchen. His father’s stone face finally broke and revealed terror.
The situation was that bad.