Silver steam bleeds out of Kyrie's body as he watches Imogen piercing through Ian. His knuckles turn white from tightening his fists to the point that his nails dig into his palms. Tears continue to glide down his cheeks.
When Imogen lets go of her sword, Kyrie punches on the transparent wall. His fist sends a silver surge, cracking the wall like glass.
All noise goes mute, and Kyrie can only hear his breaths as he runs. He pushes Imogen aside and catches Ian when tilting back. They both slump to their knees.
Kyrie tightly wraps his arms around Ian's body, and sobs start to escape.
"Ian…" Kyrie whimpers and incessantly calls Ian's name as he feels the blood oozing out from Ian's body. He places his hand on the wound, with the sword cutting between his fingers. The warmth from Ian's body escapes as he bleeds out. He buries his eyes on the grove of Ian's neck.
