An invisible figure burst into the locker room and collapsed on a bench. He pulled off his mask and threw it aside, and its black form suddenly appeared on the floor. Blood dripped off the side of the bench, and the screams could be heard from outside the door. The locker room was empty, and the Infiltrators appeared around the unmasked form of their leader, who materialized before them. "Ok, boys. Do your magic." He laughed a little before the torture began. They literally tore off his clothes and threw him on a medical cot they found in the corner. His naked muscular body lay throbbing, his blood soaked into the canvas. The dark figures assaulted his battered frame with bandages, throwing dark soaked gauze in a bag. They doused him with a peroxide-like solution to sanitize the wounds. His body tensed and his muscles went into spasms from the unbearable stinging pain. He gritted his teeth and nearly crushed the hand of his comrade, who was holding him for support. They rubbed his deep scarlet skin down with burn cream, which seemed to alleviate some of his suffering. His tortured expression loosened and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations of healing. It was a full hour until the ordeal was over.
The infiltrators disappeared yet again. The cot was disintegrated-- they left no trace of ever being there. Indigo washed his bandaged body as best he could, but even the soap stung against his skin. Word had it the King was sending over a medic and he would be here in the morning. But for now, these simple bandages were all the comfort he could ask for. He changed into a new uniform and disappeared into the night.
Bryce walked into the locker room hearing screams on the other side of the locker room. He ignored that and went to the locker he put his armor and sword into. He swung open the door and obviously his armor was still there. No one would be able to move it anyway because of its weight. He grabbed and slapped it on like clothes. He grabbed his helmet and put it on finally reaching for his sword. He put it over his shoulder like a baseball bat and walked out of the locker room and towards his ship.