After the fight, Naviga and Minerva were both knackered, sprawled on the ground, looking pretty beat up. They were both struggling to breathe, every gasp a reminder of the pain shooting through their bodies. Blood was everywhere, forming dark, shiny puddles around them. The rough volcanic rock beneath them soaked it all up, turning a nasty shade of red. They were fading fast, losing strength with every passing moment, their faces pale and trembling.