His eyes dropping every moment, but he struggled to keep them open. His princess yelled something he couldn't hear clearly, but he was sure that she said something offensive about him. A man came to his side and started to heal him, feeling that his wounds getting better, until he can slowly sit up and finally hearing anything.
"I can hold them back."
He clicked his tongue. Why wasn't he stronger? Every moment he had been wandering about that. He hated himself for being weak. He needed to train more, he told himself. The struggles of the princess trying to hold the minions back hurt his pride. He couldn't bear to watch his princess doing things that he should be doing. Her pranks was enough a burden for him, but seeing her struggle like that crossed the line. He hurried the healer, who nodded. The air around him are enough a treatment for him to rest for half an hour, but with the help of the healer, it turned out faster than he thought.
Quickly, once confirming that he could sustain his balance and use his powers, he quickly rushed to Aurora, who stepped back against the monsters. He gently hold her stretched arms, fighting off his phobia and complex, he transferred small amounts of his power, making the gust of wind suddenly turning into a tornado and wiping out the minions quickly. He let go, and suddenly feel to his knees. "Damn phobias. Got me shaking knees." He clicked his tongue again, and turned away, blushing.