Among the countless falling fragments of burning walls and ruins, a figure clad in yellow is tumbling down with the rubble.
The wizards close by can see clearly that at this moment, the yellow-clad person's eyes have rolled back in his head, his entire body is bleeding profusely, and it's clear he has passed out. He is plunging straight down from a height of several dozen meters.
At this very moment, a figure in red swiftly swoops across the battlefield, leaps up, and drives a scythe towards the falling yellow-clad person.
A chorus of gasps arises from below, and the wizards all express extreme contempt for this person's attacking someone while they're down. At the same time, they're also holding their breath for the yellow-clad person.
Fortunately, just as the scythe is about to hit, a green light sweeps in from the side and smashes into the red figure with a resounding clash of metal.
