So this whole thing was a test? Firion couldn't help the sigh of frustration. The Time Trapper was doing this all to save his universe, that much Firion could at least empathize with. His own world had been on the brink of destruction, with many of its citizens reduced to mere thousands at best. Whole cities and towns were just gone due to the war with the Emperor. He wanted to see his world flourish again, he didn't want to fight yet another Conflict, however. Especially because this wasn't his own, again.

"Well, I suppose that explains my weapons' disappearance," Firion sighed as he was helped to a block of stone, sitting down and nodding to the instruction. He unclipped the light blue cloak around his shoulders and pulled off the surprisingly flexible armor around his chest, leaving him with a sleeveless light blue colored shirt. He unclipped that as well, leaving it open for Rich to have access to the wound just below his ribs. "Thank you, sir. For the help and explanation."

He just wished he could be of more assistance. All he had were his fists but that wouldn't be of much use with their ranged weapons.