Mira wiped the blood from her blade, eyeing the fallen robed figures.
"Anticlimactic indeed."
She muttered, glancing over at Alex, who was sitting against an ashen tree with a smirk.
"Still." She added, walking over to the lead figure who targeted Alex at the beginning of the fight.
"We should see if they're carrying anything useful."
Alex agreed with her idea, and she knelt down and began rifling through his pockets.
Alex, since he had nothing better to do, kept an eye out on the surroundings in case any other third parties 'accidentally' stumbled upon them while Mira was busy searching.
"Anything?"
Alex asked, his voice still hoarse from the fight.
Mira shook her head, tossing aside a small pouch that looked unassuming at first, but caused Alex's brows to raise in curiosity when he saw Mira's whole arm disappear inside of it when she tried searching it.
