Ben watches as the largest of the monsters lurches away from him, out of his reach - but he's too exhausted and in too much pain to catch up with it quick enough. He can't go on like this. He's down to the last of his strength and he knows it.

But just as he's watching in horror, waiting for the aberration to plow into Pratt and the healer, it stops and then crashes and burns. That isn't all - the other monsters stop, too. And, most importantly, Ben stops. He doesn't choose to. It's like something has clamped down on him. Something external.

It's a familiar feeling, but he can't place it. Not yet.

He is frozen for just a moment or two, but then the realization hits him that this might be the opportunity he needs. With enormous effort, he wrenches free from that compulsion to stay still and slams the last of those smaller monsters into the ground, smashes them to bits with the tentacles and then, with a hitched breath that's almost a sob of relief, closes the portal and sinks to his knees. And finally, finally, this time they do not re-form.

Hoarse and breathing hard, Ben calls out:

"Everybody still alive?"

Ben hasn't even noticed yet that Pratt is hurt, too, that he'd gotten hurt just getting near to Carlisle. He is just trying to wrench some semblance of control in this situation. In a moment, he'll stand up and start helping everyone to the medbay. In just a moment. He just needs to rest a few seconds.