The battle came to an end. The elves and Ken won, not due to numbers or skill, but due to the figures that turned the tide of the battle, Sierra and Ken.
The town could sleep in peace due to the heroics of these two, along with the help of every elf that was in the fight. They ensured that the horror that came was not enough to destroy the town.
But regardless, the town suffered many casualties, with five people in total dead and a few injured. Ken had not been fast enough to save them. He was angry at that, not because they lost their lives, but because he was unable to defend what he said he would. That alone was enough to upset him a lot.
The town chose to bury their dead. Ken left them to it. He headed into the forest once again and back to his camp. Night came, the air was biting cold, yet he stood there facing a tree, throwing punches that landed like missiles, each one loud and heavy.
"Still out here training?"
