Carlos had woke up in absolute agony, but seemingly alive, and they had won the fight. Go figure. He'd not had much hope when his barrier went boom, but he'd take everything as a bonus.

After a moment or two to get his bearings, he dragged himself up using his staff as a crutch, trying to see if his comrades-in-arms had also survived. Seeing Loki, he struggled over there, letting himself drop to the ground beside him with a small whimper of pain. He was manly enough to own the fact everything fucking hurt.