BAM!
Killian kicked the Knight's head to the tree.
"I don't care for that shit. Next time we meet, I will definitely keep my promise of killing you."
The Knight held his cheeks. A grin grew on his lips, as his eyes rolled back. He passed out.
Silence reigned within the surroundings.
The fire around Killian's body slowly burned out and the tendrils returned under his legs, hiding perfectly.
"Inventory." Killian returned the Void-Bat and dagger. He took healing strips and carefully placed them on Juda's tilted reddened neck.
There were burnt and dark wounds across his arms, face, and body from the Void and Fire.
"Sorry," Killian muttered. He felt guilty that all those wounds were caused by him, even if it was to protect them both. He shook his body lightly.
But there was no response.
When he tried to raise his arms, they stiffened.
Muscle pull.
