Michael was barely managing to stay on his feet as the rift was sealed, but he forced himself to stay standing, even resisting the last burst of icy wind that blew from it. The forcefield that Ollie had created for him was gone and he moved forward to cut down several more of the yeti before they could rally. Lifting his heavy sword that now felt as if it was just a cinderblock on the end of a stick. Several gunshots from nearby told him that Marcus had the same idea, and Ollie followed those up with several small bursts of lightning. Lance was still surrounded by them, one of his arms hanging limp at his side, but Pyotr and Davi fought their way to him. The truth was, even with the rift closed, the yeti could still kill them if they were able to rally, this was their only chance to break them.Michael moved toward the others, extending his healing even as he forced himself to cut down at a few yeti that managed to bring themselves to their feet.There was some whooping and hollering from them for a few moments, and Michael steeled himself, but luckily it seemed that their sounds were the preface of a retreat rather than an attack. The remaining yeti all began running for the nearby hills where the snow was at its thickest. Michael kept himself standing for a few moments, making sure that the yeti were fully committed to their retreat, when his legs gave out beneath him. He dismissed smite from his blade and stopped healing the others. His hands pressed deep into the snow and his right that held his blessings was actually causing it to hiss and steam a bit.He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Ollie behind him.“You alright, mate?”Michael nodded and forced himself to sit back, which quickly became laying down on his back.“Fine. Just making snow angels.”“Ah… well you’re doing a shit job.”Michael chuckled, but was too worn down to think of a good retort.“How’s everyone else doing?” he asked. (...)