Korig and Ezra hurried desperately through settling debris towards Aurora's broken silhouette, fearing the worst.
Ezra's remaining clones joined the search, excavating rubble where she'd crashed down.
As they called her name anxiously, the titan's corpse settled nearby with ominous cracking sounds.
"Please be alive.." Korig rasped, vaulting a tilted slab. Guilt gnawed his conscience for letting her attempt such a reckless assault alone.
They never should have tackled this beast without better intel or preparation.
Ezra unearthed mangled armor fragments and blood-slick polymers from the impact zone, dread rising.
Then his clones alerted excitedly from the right.
Part of the fiend's torso was...moving?
Blasting rubble aside in a pyrokinetic detonation, Korig and Ezra witnessed Aurora, broken, burnt, but miraculously breathing! - tear herself crawling free from the troll's collapsed chest in a hurricane of fluids.
