Fighting Together
The last two times he was heavily surrounded, was at the spiritual site in the western lands and the white washed alley in Kaizen. None of them were as hostile as today. However, he wasn’t alone, with him was unexpectedly, Sevir. Despite his weakened state, Sevir raised his held the armor to his face and asked, “is it fire resistant?”
The sudden question pulled his eyes to the armor’s dilapidated state. He nodded absently. The armor, just as he had imagined, with dried blood matted to one side, jolted his memories. His vision slipped away and memories filled in their place. The knife in Qinglong’s chest and their mother’s hands around it. Suddenly, it lit on fire, jolting him out. Sevir’s hand was around the two plates of the armor.
One beast lunged. Bailong’s eyes turned as he unnecessarily answered, “yes.”