The last remaining ninjas were only left for Nadeline and Grant and in brief moments, they not only dispatched of them, but they did it with swag. Though, it wasn’t without risk. Wesley only saw it for a brief moment. Nadeline was pierced through her abdomens. In that single moment, Wesley’s world went dark. His love, his baby — laid still, cold, and bloody. He would drop his Yagyu Darkblade, take his shield off, and walk over to her, arms waving freely at his side.

Going to his knees, Wesley looked to Nadeline. He didn’t bother looking to Grant. He was only focused on her. He could feel blood oozing from her wound. It wasn’t in large amounts, but if she were to go untreated for any longer, she could be in serious danger. Wesley would place both his hands over her would. Weaving white magick from his hands and to her.

[b]“Curaja!”[/b] He said.

Wesley’s hands illuminated the semi-dark room, but only around himself, Nadeline, and Grant. The blood was all over their clothes, but that was the least of Wesley’s worries. He needed to get her to wake up. Wesley wasn’t at full strength, sadly. His magick was quickly draining and he knew he wouldn’t be able to save her in his condition. Wesley would have to dig into his life force. He didn’t want to, but Nadeline’s injury was too grave. 

Forcing out a blue and white glow from his hands, energy was now being input into Nadeline’s body. In the minutes that followed, Wesley’s vision was becoming blurred, but he forced himself to stay focused and awake. The next minute was the most important one. 

[b]“Please Nadeline! You have to wake up! I can’t lose you, not here. We’re supposed to…” [/b] He said as his body gave out. Wesley had fainted. However, he succeeded. It wouldn’t be a surprise if Nadeline regained consciousness any minute now. Though, Wesley had collapsed on her legs.

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The pain going through Jaakuna’s body would not give. No matter how hard he tried to stand, each time would get even worse. Even Emiri wasn’t able to heal him and now Jaakuna felt such pain, both physically and mentally. He didn’t want Emiri to feel bad that she couldn’t help him. 

As he would continue to grip his arm, Jaakuna somehow found the strength to stand up. Once he did, he looked at his left arm, Jaakuna would look at the symbol. He knew that symbol. [b]“I get it father.”[/b] He smiled. Jaakuna understood what the pain was for. Grunting, Jaakuna forced himself to speak once more. [b]“I am the protector that will be the shield; I am the defender that will be the sword; I am the fire that will light up the Darcone house.“[/b] He said as the light soon faded, the pain soon gone, and Jaakuna, in that same instant, would fall to his back into Emiri’s arms. A low snore could be heard.