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His body lands with a thud in the dirt, blood pouring from his nose and mouth.
Synnove’s scream echos as they watch their shield, their aegis fall. They know not which one of them sent the plea to their friend but all those conscious can feel the icy roses being activated.
Welding the world wound, there is no mercy in Beatrix as she swings it. She intends to end Jean-Baptiste’s life, just like the many she’s claimed before.
A dark figure appears, clawed hand parrying the blade. The negative energy streams off of this figure, off of her like his lightening in rage. She stands between the downed Genasi and the auburn haired women.
“You will not claim him,” the voice, hers but not quite, is calm as Beatrix tries pull the blade from her grip, “or any of them.”
Only Beatrix hears it as Aelys whispers, to herself, “take back what is rightfully ours.”
Shock surges through Beatrix’s face as the ichor and negative energy leaches from Aelys’ hand, along the blade to the hilt. The consumption feels like a millennia in but a second.
Without the world wound, Beatrix almost looks small. Her eyes are wild as the sentinels surround her.
“Are you ready to face the consequences of your actions?” Aelys nearly snarls. Knowing her defeat is imminent, Beatrix nods.
It’s like the entire surrounds now take a breath.
“Aelys,” a voice from behind her, unsure and uncertain.
With Katari approaching Beatrix, Aelys turns to look down at the blood running from her companion on the ground.
Kneeling beside him, she offers him her hand, “can I help?”
Without hesitation, he takes her hand. Cerulean blue ki flows freely, knitting his physical and her emotional wounds in turn.
He presses himself up to his knees, breaking their connection to pull her into him. She stiffens for a second before wrapping her arms around him.
“I am so glad you are okay,” he whispers into her ear. She hids her flush in his poncho, speaking loud enough for only him to hear, “I feel the same about you.”