[It took him a moment or two, but Lancer awoke with a pained scowl on his face--what were these human bodies made of?! It felt like all the armies of Ireland had just run right over him. A quick mental checklist of his injuries included a few burns--easy to deal with--and a cracked rib or two, which was significantly less easy.]

[Not to mention the hit he'd taken to his head. But hey, he'd dealt with worse and lived. granted he was a demigod at the time, but who's keeping track?]

[More importantly, Connla was shouting at him and they had bigger problems to deal with.]

I'm-...tch. I'm fine. [Lancer pulled himself to his feet, easier said than done when every part of his body ached and his legs threatened to give out.]

...are you alright?