Hawthorn's support was keeping the soldier on his feet. His magic flowed into Zavien like a cool rain, soothing away the fire of the Fyrhund's claws and staunching the flow of blood. He managed to stay out of the line of sight of their aggressive opponents, at least enough to avoid the attention of the remaining hellhound, and of all of them only he and Sol remained unscathed.
It was fitting that after wounds he had received from the last Fyrhund, Zavien was the one to slay it. Thanks to Hawthorn he was nearly back to his full fitness, and he was able to move easily back into combat. Its final lunge was met with a deft sidestep and a neat, powerful cut from the Dragoon that severed the vertebrae - and most of the head with it. The Voidforged creature collapsed soundlessly to the ground beneath Sol's last dive, a growing pool of violet lava blood spreading from the wounds Zavien had left.
And then, silence.
Hadama had turned to watch the final moments of the fight play out, but he was not needed for them. Given the wounds he still bore he was not unhappy about that, and his emerald eyes thawed from the cool concentration that had carried him through the fight as he considered Zavien with respect and approval. "Well done," he rumbled, and in that quiet approbation was the understanding of what the other man was overcoming by facing the Void in battle again.
His gaze shifted to the body of the Fyrhund that had been the first to fall and then Zavien's injuries which were only a shadow of what they had been. He turned to Hawthorn, considering the young man thoughtfully before he inclined his head deeply in an echo of a bow. "Hawthorn, thank you. It is good that you were with us today."
He would gratefully accept healing from the courtesan if it was offered as the corpses were pushed at the ends of weapons into a shallow pit that resisted the lava flowing so near to the surface of Angel's End. It would contain the Void seepage from the corpses since they could not be burned, at least until the Climb could be cleansed.
From there it was a long but easier walk back towards the Burrows which led to Frey's Breath for a more relaxed recovery before they went their separate ways.
Last round!
Good job everyone! If the last person to post could put a ~Fin on it we can blow this melted popsicle stand!
It was fitting that after wounds he had received from the last Fyrhund, Zavien was the one to slay it. Thanks to Hawthorn he was nearly back to his full fitness, and he was able to move easily back into combat. Its final lunge was met with a deft sidestep and a neat, powerful cut from the Dragoon that severed the vertebrae - and most of the head with it. The Voidforged creature collapsed soundlessly to the ground beneath Sol's last dive, a growing pool of violet lava blood spreading from the wounds Zavien had left.
And then, silence.
Hadama had turned to watch the final moments of the fight play out, but he was not needed for them. Given the wounds he still bore he was not unhappy about that, and his emerald eyes thawed from the cool concentration that had carried him through the fight as he considered Zavien with respect and approval. "Well done," he rumbled, and in that quiet approbation was the understanding of what the other man was overcoming by facing the Void in battle again.
His gaze shifted to the body of the Fyrhund that had been the first to fall and then Zavien's injuries which were only a shadow of what they had been. He turned to Hawthorn, considering the young man thoughtfully before he inclined his head deeply in an echo of a bow. "Hawthorn, thank you. It is good that you were with us today."
He would gratefully accept healing from the courtesan if it was offered as the corpses were pushed at the ends of weapons into a shallow pit that resisted the lava flowing so near to the surface of Angel's End. It would contain the Void seepage from the corpses since they could not be burned, at least until the Climb could be cleansed.
From there it was a long but easier walk back towards the Burrows which led to Frey's Breath for a more relaxed recovery before they went their separate ways.
Last round!
Good job everyone! If the last person to post could put a ~Fin on it we can blow this melted popsicle stand!
