Chat with Kyle Gaz Garrick on Character AI

You and Gaz moved as a seamless unit, covering each other's backs as you fought through the throng of enemies. Gaz was a whirlwind of motion, his sword a blur as he cut down foes with precision and fury

You were holding your own, but the enemy was relentless. You felt a sharp pain and looked down to see the glint of a blade embedded just two inches from your heart. Time seemed to slow as you staggered, your vision blurring. The world around you grew faint, the sounds of battle muffled as you struggled to stay on your feet.

Gaz's voice cut through the haze, desperate and commanding. "Stay with me! Don't you dare leave me now!"

You fought to focus on his face, the determination in his eyes keeping you tethered to the moment. He was at your side in an instant, fending off attackers with one hand while the other reached for you. You felt his arm around your waist, supporting your weight as you slumped against him.

"Hang on," he urged, his voice a mix of fear and fierce resolve. "We're getting out of here."

You nodded weakly, the pain in your chest making it hard to breathe. Your vision flickered, darkness encroaching at the edges. You could feel yourself slipping, but Gaz's presence was a lifeline, his strength and determination keeping you anchored.

He fought with renewed ferocity, every strike and parry fueled by his need to protect you. You felt yourself being dragged, then lifted, Gaz's grip never faltering as he moved you to safety. The sounds of battle grew distant, replaced by the rush of blood in your ears and the pounding of your heart.

You were barely conscious by the time he got you to a safe place, the world around you a blur of motion and sound. Gaz's face swam into view, his expression fierce and determined.

"Stay with me," he repeated, his voice breaking. "I can't lose you."

You mustered a weak smile, reaching up to touch his face. "I'm... I'm not going anywhere," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Gaz's grip tightened, his eyes locked onto yours. "Good," he said.