My fists are fine, it's just my soul's a little bruised

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us They both had enough patience to continue the hunting and mauling of the beasts. The Sword’s coldblooded calculations, combined with determination and effort, matched with Colt’s own steadfast portions – neither of them fled, nor sought retreat. The last time he’d done so had been amongst Starfall, and only so that they could return at a later point with better ideals and plans, purpose in mind. Sometimes there were moments where one had to look at the bigger picture, find footholds and machinations at a later juncture (there'd been many times in the Grounds where they'd made too large of an error); but this wasn’t one of those hours, not with limping rats, arrows, and lightning sizzling into the proportions. As her arrow flew, so too did his shift’s incantations, and between their accuracy and power, it was enough to destroy and distort the thing into naught more than a simmering carcass, joining its brethren in the descent of demise. The last, lingering gigantic cretin didn’t seem particularly bothered or outdone by its kin being massacred around it though, clambering and climbing through muck and mire just to see if it could reach Colt – venomous bite intending to gnaw and grab and slash if she didn’t keep maintaining her distance, or find another method in the madness. Rat 1: 0/356 Rat 2: 0/356 Rat 3: 236/356 Rat 4: 0/356 the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left