[color=red][h2] S A B L E [/h2][/color]

	The flames that spurted on his shoulders soon dwindled to small ambers, his eyes falling to closed lids as his will waned. His chin rested on the lithe shoulder of his opponent, too tired to move and too tired to care. He had only felt such fatigue twice in his life. The first was when he traveled five days and nights as a youth to escape from his past, the other was training Rhodroth for the first time. Things had changed since then, he had become a mighty and dare-he-say feared wizard. But the feeling of depleting his magical reserves still burned his gut like a foul hunger. 

	He felt meager, almost infantile as he sniffed out Oriel's exorcist flames. Small intakes of air would be heard in her ear, the flames behind curved into his vision and ran towards his mouth. 

	[color=red][i]Just a little ... Just a little![/i][/color] he told himself.