Charlie gets up.
He's been carried off and a bunch of guildmembers are standing by him. Or more.. in the same room, discussing the plans for the guild battle.
He got off the bed and stretched his muscles, It still stung. That is, it felt like a muscle would if it'd been torn to shreds and burned and just viciously healed only to just tear a little and heal back again. A damn fucking lot. But he was used to that pain so to him, it kinda stung.

"Yo holmes, I'ma head out, take a walk. Gotta rest a little."

"You do what you need to do." Came the reply from Algon, who barely looked up.
He turned back to the teams.
"We need one reserve for Charles, he's with leave. You figure out among yourselves who replaces him."
Algon cleared his throat.
"Alright I'll go trough the plan once more for everyone.
Everyone knows that we are a 'former dark guild' and not everyone believes us.
If we are going to show that we are the strongest guild we'll have to be on our best and that's our handicap.
But we are making use of it, you see after that battle with charlie I'm sure everyone believes we are monsters.
They'll expect us to be cruel and vicious and [b]stupid[/b].
They'll expect us to go after the weak, and sow chaos to pick on the panicked.
They think we'd abandon our own to make just another point.
They expect we'll make mistakes because 'good triumphs evil'
They'll be sorely mistaken. We are professionals. We stick together and keep our heads cool.
And only when it benefits us, are we ruthless.

We are going to win this tournament.
Because we are organised.
Because they won't see us coming.
And because we. are. [b]better than them[/b]"