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[ ~~What good is being a tank class if you can't protect your party tbh~~

Arenvald keeps his eyes out as best he can, batting away wayward debris with his shield arm whenever something gets flung too close to them for comfort. There are some smaller rocks that get past his guard, not to mention the ever-present sting of flying dirt and dust, but nothing that would cause more than a welt or a shallow cut.

After what seems like a small eternity, they finally, finally make it to the cart and to relative safety. Gods help him, that whole ride is a blur, but at least they made it. He slumps a little in his spot on Konoha's back, sighting with relief.

Only once he catches his breath does he manage, ]

Are you all right?