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

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us He loosened one snort from his frame at her retort; it’d been why he was hunting them down in the first place. One less horde of blind swamp rats was enough of a satisfaction to him; piercing their menace and might into the vicious group served multitudes of purposes. With only one remaining though, the determination persisted, and he flew over as she rendered another arrow into its sides. There was a gasping, flailing motion from the blind rodent, but hostile and unrelenting, it still persisted and pursued. The thunderbird swooped down and delivered another vicious blow of lightning; accuracy pinpointed squarely from his sight, and the absorption of shock and sparks and anything else (he could imagine a few heartbeats gone very awry) sent the rat into a slower prowess, struggling to grapple with its movements. It’d likely be enough time for Colt to find a greater vantage point, and then they could finish it off. Rat 1: 0/356 Rat 2: 0/356 Rat 3: 98/356 Rat 4: 0/356 the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left