The Cost and gains of Victory

"Asura!" Xavida's body transformed into a dragon and tore through the skies before landing beside the fallen Asura. "Oi... Don't just lay there... get up." Her body returned to her human form as she lifted his shoulders. 

His body, covered in burns and wounds, slipped into her arms. Xavida leaned close, listening to his chest before a smile came to her face.

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

When she heard both of his hearts beating, although slowly with powerful thumps. "Good... you're okay, Asura.... wake up." Xavida's hand wrapped around his cheek and kissed his lips with a brief touch. "That's enough, time to get up. I'll forgive you... if you get up now. You can't spend it asleep." She held him closer, not minding the blood.

"Haha... to think you were the first one to my side." Asura's eyes opened slightly. Though he looked terrible, it was more exhaustion than because of his injuries.