"You should go!" Duke doesn't manage to get up this time either, more or less knocked against the slowly fading body of his friend, which makes him freeze in that sort of terror that may come with 'I am going to get sick soon'.

He shudders, falling back fully to the ground, and struggles to gain enough focus against the scents and sounds to throw a Havoc Gale into the middle of the group. "Run!" He shouts that after the noise starts, doing his best to be loud.