"We did it, I can't believe we did it," Laiso clutched his rifle, blood splatter across his uniform. He glanced around the battlefield; how many of the Cravoltan soldiers went down was still unknown, the chaos had just come to rest.
The Sun had left a pinkish sky going into deeper blues, the dust had settled, the earth no longer shook and the last of Division One defended.
"Move it!" Fumeko yelled across as she and Jotou rushed Daiyu towards the large tent. The soldiers made way from the half-limp princess groaning like a bear while she passed.
"Aru! Daiyu's been poisoned!" Jotou exclaimed into the tent. Hotaru had her hand across Arabella's nape, the dark bluish-green having healed off of her.
The redhead swivelled her head and ran towards them, "Come on, hurry set her there," she pointed to the edge of the tent. Arabella got up and rushed to help Daiyu down. "Arabella, go sit down, you need to rest," Hotaru had her eyes only on Daiyu.
