Dawn's light spilled over the destruction, casting long shadows over the field of war. The faint smell of burning stone still lingered, carried on the cool air which was beginning to move through the destroyed room. Ryu stood in the ruins, Voidfang hanging loose in his hand, its former energy which blazed within now stoked low. His chest was heaving with ragged breathing as he took in the view.
She came cautiously, the bow slung over her shoulder. "You're not planning on falling over, are you?" she asked softly.
He shook his head, forcing out a weak smile. "Not yet."
Draven grunted as he leaned on his battered shield, cracks and scorch marks showing on its surface. "Good, because I'm not carrying you out of here. That sword of yours is heavy enough.
