Marluxia tried to drag herself away from the explosion but could not. She was blasted toward Gandal and, had he not dodged, would have hit him.

Gandal looked up, seeing Marluxia. He scrambled to his feet, "We needa go. Now."

"Can't move. Been... stabbed a few... times. I'm dying Gandal," she gasped.

"Marluxia" Nemo said sounding concerned, "We have to go now" reaching his hand out.

Gandal hauled her over his shoulders, running away from Aragon and into the village.

Aragon groaned in pain. He saw group run from him. "Wonderful" he said softly.

Gandal sprinted into an empty house, sighing as he dropped Marluxia to the floor softly.

Aragon watched as they ran into an empty house. "Fools" he said. And the dark dragon rose again.

((are you invincible or something?))

(Probably. We ned a silver stake and some silver bullets guys )

((...No, ive never been invincible, nor will i ever. But the dragon is rare. You need the juices of a white aracoina flowef, which is extremely rare, and u kedd to put that on the end of a silver arrow, and strike it its power source...))

((This is getting annoying.))

(I know)

Marluxia groaned in pain. "Run a bath. Please. It will help me heal."

((Okay, dude, Pris, we have sliced at you, we have sent wave after wave of shadow at you, we have ripped apart. Does that affect you? No it does not... -_- ))

((Dude, Aragon is groaning in pain on the ground, totally hopeless, ready to die, and if you hadnt just badgered me, i would post that the dragon died, anz dissapeared, due to Arqgons dying weakness, but instead, i had to post this...))

(What the...?)

((HURRY UP AND DIE THEN! lol.))

(HAHA)

Gandal gently dragged Marluxia to an empty tub, lifting her into it with a grunt. "There." He mumbled as he turned the tap on, cold water splashing around her.

"Thank you." Marluxia closed her eyes and left them shut. She stopped breathing momentarily. Then her wounds began to close. During the healing, she couldn't breathe. It was a custom to stop breathing when druids healed themselves with their primary element.

Gandal stepped back, watching the mending process in pure awe. He had never seen such magic in his life. He never knew that Druid's could be this... powerful.

As her wounds closed completely, she gasped in a large breath and sat up abruptly. She clutched her side as pain shot up her torso. "Thank you," she whispered, breathing heavily.

"So... you feel better?" He said, his words mixing with the grand roar of a dragon far off in the distance.

(( Aragon dies ))

((EXPLAIN HOW YOU DIE!))