I glance over her body lying on the ground. It is absent of any movements, no rise of her chest or twitch of her muscles. "She's not breathing," I mutter.
She had lost, and it was over. I thought it was done. By the time I realized my mistake, I couldn't reach her. I ran into the explosion in hopes to get to her in time and to stop this from happening. The potent magic and raw elements were too much for me to handle in this body, so I shifted to my true form as a wolf in order to withstand it.
The explosion was too powerful, and by then I was too late. Destruction reigned down around us both before I was able to stop it.
Why did the daft girl do this to herself? "Fuck, she's not breathing!" I reach down and roll her over onto her back to get a better look. Her eyes are open though unseeing, and the once vivid jade green has dulled.
