"Brother, I do not think we will conquer this beast," A young woman was kneeling and resting behind a large rock with a sword in her grasp, she had a strange spectrum of red, green and gold in her eyes, with skin like porcelain, lips of rose, and long brown hair caught up in a ponytail that curled on the ground behind her.
At her side panting with a heavily wrapped wound in his side was a man who seemed a few years older than she was, his eyes the same as hers and his hair black and short in comparison to hers.
"We bit off more than we could chew this time, sister," The man nodded in agreement, staring at her and then at his wound and wincing.
"Brother, how much longer can you stay like this, you need meicine if you hope to survive but-"
"Hush now, Fuhua," The man closed his eyes with a smile. "Our brothers and sisters sacrificed their lives so that we could escape, the least we can be is optimistic enough to do carry out their final wishes."
