Rezar felt his back smash into the mountain, digging a bloody furrow that ruined his clothes and peeled open his back and flesh, spilling his blood all over the mountain, it was painful, and it hurt like hell, and he wasn't healing as fast as he once did, but short of his uncontrolled movements, Rezar didn't do anything else but keep his grip around the hilt of the blade and chain still attached to the wing of the wyvern. Kitagawa had taken a few steps back so as to not get caught by the sweeping tail, he looked up for a moment sparing a glance at Rezar's bloodied form and the trench he had also dug up the mountain, it was not a good sight.
*Pop! *
