You looked out towards the doors and saw the dark figure of the one person who you knew very well now, blood dripping from her spear and face, having her teeth glare in a rage.
Lorana was still alive....
Alive...but weak. She was impaled in the chest by one of the spears of the guards that was at the gate. Her eyes burned with rage as if almost the devil had taken her soul. She staggered some, looking up, half of her face was torn, showing the muscle of it. Pumping...Moving...Being A Horrid Sight.
"Y-You!" Her voice croaked as she staggered closer towards you and Arkair, with blood dripping from both wounds. "You stole her from me.... Now YOU PAY!" She started to sprint while making a blood-curling cry. That was until she stopped when a spear was thrown at her waist.
Turns out the Panther was still alive. Torn up a little less than Lorana but still in horrible shape. She slowly creeped towards you with her spear ready to be tossed until another spear was thrown, impaling her hand. She stopped for a moment, then she....
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