It had been a slaughter, and that was no exaggeration. Barry Allen had created time remnants of himself, at least eight of them. Enough to throw one at every angle at every side of Savitar. Keep him off balance in an attempt to take Savitar out, get him out of that damn armor and into the pipeline. Save Iris before he could implement the plan to kill her.

But it had been like he'd been expecting it, and he killed them all. One by one. Tore them apart, broke them into pieces. All but one, who was on the ground out in the field, Savitar a distant gleam of armor as he spend off with Kid Flash and Flash himself in pursuit.

He had no idea if they were monitoring them back in the labs, after all they were remnants. They were disposable. But unlike the bodies of his dead 'brothers', he wasn't vanishing into the aether. He could feel the broken armor blade in his shoulder, barely missing an artery. He could feel the broken bones in his leg and his back. The burns on his face where the mask had been ripped off and the monster in armor had grabbed him and ran before throwning him to the ground. He could feel it all, and quite honestly he was afraid. Even though he was disposable. Even though he should be gone.

So, with a shaky hand that he was pretty sure was broken if not worse, he hit the comm near his neck. Ignoring the tacky blood and gasping out: "Someone...is someone there?"

Iris? Caitlin? Even Cisco or HR.