“Fine.” Rufus tried to brush the concern away through clenched teeth, ignoring the fact that every attempt he had made to unbend his leg and stand up on it was absolutely agony. Instead he decided he’d just sit down on the pitch until the whole mess was figured out, who knew if it would be a short time out or what. He flopped on the ground, his good leg spread before him and the useless crumpled leg bent at an angle as if he were still flying, just barely touching the ground was agony.

“Bloody hell.” He cussed, he probably shouldn’t in front of Robins, but she had been around the team enough she was just another teammate to him. He followed her gaze and noted with some relief that the box in question didn’t seem to be the Bixby box. Suddenly he was grateful his father had asked him to zoom by the box to delight Sloane’s friends at the beginning of the game, he now knew exactly where they were.

“Any idea how bad?”