Looking around her, she finally found others close by. Some of them were still standing, barely, though there was also an unconscious body on the ground. Another magia? She wasn’t quite sure whether they were on their side or not, though the features seemed familiar. Ayna had been too engrossed in her own vengeance that she barely remembered the faces of those that had fought with her countless of times.

"Hey! Any of you got a heal? If not, guess this is the end."
She spat out some more blood just because it felt cool but also because it was weird talking with something that tasted like rust sloshing inside your mouth hole.

"Any of you survive and come across an elf named Kamala, tell her this wasn’t her fault. You find a man named Chrys, though, tell he’s a <basseal honk> piece of <basseal honk> <basseal honk>!"
Panting, she then gave them all a final nod before charging and screaming like a madwoman. If she was gonna die, she was gonna do it on her own terms.
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