It was typical of Felix to fight alone. He was usually fine too, but this situation was so beyond control that even the self-reliant swordsman found himself completely out of his depth. The entirety of the students and faculty having to be evacuated, Felix had stayed behind to ensure that everyone escaped safely. He didn't account for taking an arrow in the thigh, though. He'd later have to child himself for biting off more than he could chew, no doubt resolving that he needed to train more. Right now, he was more concern with snapping the arrow shaft off to make it at least a little easier to move.

Still, escape is starting to look slimmer and slimmer as the whole place is overrun. That is until the familiar voice catches his attention.

"Ashe? What are you doing back here?" As if he has any room to scold him, but he does find himself annoyed that the archer would backtrack amidst all the chaos. Careless (again, pot meet kettle), but he has to simply accept what it is for now. Later, he can give him a stern barking at, or more likely a simple cold shoulder. Ashe makes the latter incredibly difficult though, he's persistently, irritatingly optimistic to the point that even a wet blanket like Felix can't douse that smile.