Tim got up, balancing on his good leg. "I'm....fine. It takes a lot to....kill me." He muttered, wiping the blood off the side of his head. He followed Oliver, not even bothering to help drag the counterparts, using his bat to support the injured leg.
Italy looked to where Ireland pointed. "That way?" He grabbed one of Antarctica's arms and started pulling her towards where she pointed. "Come on!" He called.












