The flames flickered, slowly fading in the cold air. There was no use for them anymore... Athran simply couldn't focus on them. There was no way to keep them burning without his attention, and that was disappearing with every drop of his crimson blood that flowed onto the ice. The dark returned, and he lost his conscience.
"I don't owe anyone a damn thing! If anyone in here owes somebody something, it's not me!" Anoriel shouted, running towards her brother. None of the monsters reached her before she shot them, but she saw the explosion of fire Athran created, and knew that something was wrong. She found him laying face-down in a hole, burned out by the fire, surrounded by blood, slowly twirling in the water that the flames melted.
Without thinking, she sled down the side of the crater, and bent above his body. She shook him gently, but he didn't respond. Quickly checking whether he's breathing, she assured herself that he's still alive, even if he didn't move. His clothes were ripped on several places, but he didn't seem to be bleeding too badly... Anoriel's hands checked everything else. There were a few bones she didn't find alright, but like this, he at least didn't feel anything.
It wouldn't be too much of a problem, if they weren't in the middle of tundra, where one can freeze very easily. It helped that she was able to stop the bleeding, but he was too heavy for her to pick up. Desperately looking around herself, she clenched her hands around his shoulder.
