As they both plunged down the cliff, they crashed through countless branches before they were stopped by a large tree, but then they resumed to fall down again, one branch at a time.
Draven was heavier, so he was the first to crash onto the dried riverbed, but before he could crawl away, Rhea crashed down onto his stomach, making him fall back flat on the stony ground again, groaning and covered in dirt and leaves.
They hadn't gotten the chance to catch their breaths, when the ice sword came whistling through the air as well. The pair's eyes widened at the same time as they noticed the sword descending upon them. However, Draven was quick to pull Rhea and himself to the other side. The sword stabbed itself right on the spot they'd laid a moment ago.
The birds in the trees were startled by the couple's fall and flew away into the distance. The animals in the forest cried out with continuous calls from afar.
