TW: Blood
The earth rattled. As if in some cruel, hearty laugh, the land trembled and rumbled beneath the fallen Yoreiqi's body. The serpentine monstrosity quickly closed the gap on Arlen, every slither of it's body against the ground wreaking havoc on the land as it reared its head, pronounced its fangs, and prepared to strike the man as it neared. Victory for it seemed all but certain...
Yet in that critical moment, where almost all seemed lost, from the skies above, a star fell.
The speed was unnatural— no mere rock from the skies or debris from above could descend with such force, nor continue to accelerate as it did so. The falling star went from a ball of flames to a beam of read-hot light— as if all form and function had melted away in its piercing dive, leaving but a singular, unyielding force. It's target?
The cracked scale, atop the leviathan's head.
The collision was swift, yet powerful— like a sharpened spear through trout, the fiery force slammed not into, but clean through the skull of the giant monstrosity, before slamming into the ground with a calamitous impact— shockwaves shattering the calmer breeze of the plains and knocking most everything nearby away. There wasn't even blood to speak of— the wound inflicted was near-immediately cauterized behind the flames.
Reality caught up to the giant beast some moments later— its body, after a pause, falling limp and lifeless to the ground below with yet another loud thud. That left the fiery star alone... until the fires slowly, yet surely died out, and the weakened, heavily-burned body of Kolara was revealed beneath.
Step. Step. Step. Her eyes unfocused, her entire body crying, pleading out to her to stop and rest, the Phoenix-kin limped her way away from the fallen beast, and toward the injured Arlen. She didn't say a word— she didn't have the strength to. Her eyes, the moment they locked onto him, glowed a dim, ember-esque red... and a familiar warmth enveloped his wings, as Kolara did what she could mend wounded flesh and damaged bone. Perhaps not to perfection. But more than enough for him to recover quickly on his own.
...Good. He'd probably be fine now. Thinking thus, Kolara felt a surge of weakness— and surprisingly, cold— overcome her. Her eyes widened as from her throat, a gush of her own blood rushed forth. She felt it drain down her lips, her chin, onto her chest. She could barely tell it was blood— her own vision had run red as well, heated lifeblood beginning to drain from her eyes as well. Dizziness overcame her, and her sight blurred— before she knew it, she was once more on the floor, unsure of if she was even conscious or not.
