Phil saw that the others had taken care of the Vygorns surprisingly well. Phil was exhausted though, that blade felt as if it adsorbed half of his soul, and he quickly felt himself falling to the ground and breathing heavy. After a few seconds, Phil Managed to whisper "Fucking night..." as he dragged himself to his feet again letting go of his blade, that quickly dismantled its self back into moon light. He built up the energy to move towards the rest of the group and said in a tired tone "I know the one I fought is still alive", He looked at the lifeless one with scorched burns on his chest sprawled out across the floor, "What do we want to do with him... It?" He finished. He asked this because he was still unsure of what everyone wants out of this. Glory, Reward, Justice?, he thought, Or was it for revenge? Just like himself...