// And it's our time now if you want it to be //
And just like that it's over.
There's a huge display of fire, the miserable smell of long-dead-but-freshly-burning corpses, and then sweet, merciful silence. It's all so bright and sudden that Koa is left blinking in surprise, the afterimages of flames and monsters burnt into his retina. When the vision clears he's able to assess the damage to himself, to the others. Everyone is standing, mercifully, and he's not too much the worse for wear.
The Ancient - Maea, if memory serves - offers healing, but Koa figures it's best left to someone who leaves it more. "Good fight, team," he congratulates them all, rubbing the chill aching spot on his chest. Nobody seems keen to stick around, though, so the Dragoon shrugs, calling to Pipsqueak and grabbing the last scraps of the cloak before heading back to town.
Koa grabs some Spectral Villis Lace!
[fin]
There's a huge display of fire, the miserable smell of long-dead-but-freshly-burning corpses, and then sweet, merciful silence. It's all so bright and sudden that Koa is left blinking in surprise, the afterimages of flames and monsters burnt into his retina. When the vision clears he's able to assess the damage to himself, to the others. Everyone is standing, mercifully, and he's not too much the worse for wear.
The Ancient - Maea, if memory serves - offers healing, but Koa figures it's best left to someone who leaves it more. "Good fight, team," he congratulates them all, rubbing the chill aching spot on his chest. Nobody seems keen to stick around, though, so the Dragoon shrugs, calling to Pipsqueak and grabbing the last scraps of the cloak before heading back to town.
Koa grabs some Spectral Villis Lace!
[fin]
Koa
// Maul the world like a carnival bear set free //
