Well, shit. This was how it ended.
At least they got the bastards who killed Da and Ma first.
Artur had closed his open wounds - even the raw stumps - but he was still down half a leg and a hand. Zanne, 'Knällchen', his sister, was unconscious and her hands were too mangled to shoot or cast even if he could rouse her. Thilo, 'Zitterer', had a gut wound that was closed up as best as a Artur's shaman talents could manage, but that just meant he would stay conscious for the twelve hours before the internal damage killed him. His feet were totaled, he was too weak to lift himself, and he was down a thumb and six other fingers. They were in an unmapped void in an office building, in cover from the pursuing security and probably good to stay hidden for a half hour - they'd planned that before the run, but they hadn't accounted for the psychotic blood mage who apparently handled private security for the execs.
Blauprinz had lost his sword, too, somewhere along the way. If he'd still had it, he'd have held out hope for a miracle - the best magician he'd ever met hadn't been able to tell him what it was, or could do, but it sure wasn't just a length of sharp steel. It couldn't find its way back to his hands fast enough to matter, though. He ran his senses over Zitterer and Knällchen again - nothing he could improve. They were screwed.