Lloyd was down, and in pain, but not out. Weak and exhausted as he was, he still tried to push himself up off the ground, unwilling to just lie there when any moment the monster could attack him again.

But then it was over. It almost didn't register, the realization sluggishly sinking in past the pain and shock. On his knees, still gripping the knife in his hand, Lloyd stared at the body of the beast. It took several seconds before he could really believe that it wasn't going to move again. That realization brought a wave of relief that made his shoulders slump.

"Is... is everyone all right?" He turned to look at the others, to gauge how bad off they really were. Blood dripped from his arm and ribs, but he barely noticed, somehow feeling too numb to even register the injuries.