Each step the mage took punctuated just how screwed Asher was. Fighting was no longer an option and he knew full well that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this one. The prince didn’t even have enough time to come up with the barest concept of a plan before he was kicked on to his back. With eyes straining to stay open, Asher looked at his soon-to-be killer, with dark hair and bright eyes gleaming with dark intent, wanting to at least see how his life would end.

[color=slategray]”With my own sword?”[/color] the prince muttered weakly, too tired to laugh at the irony or even feel outraged at his situation. The mage raised Balmung and Asher made his peace with the sorry life he had led. In the end, he had failed both himself and his people, as the war would most likely turn even bloodier with his death. The ground was cold and inviting, a welcome relief from the burning sensation from the light magic coursing through him, and whispered soft promises about the peace that awaited him. Finally, Asher gave up the struggle to keep his eyes open and prepared for the inevitable. 

But today he apparently couldn’t even die without being interrupted. A voice gave the mage a very pointed threat with an equally pointed dagger. It took him a moment, but Asher realized that his savior was Naya of all people. [color=slategray][i]What the hell is she doing?[/i][/color] he wondered, knowing full well that she had been given the perfect opportunity to escape. The last thing he wanted was for his own stupidity to drag her through even more misfortune than he already had. The children of darkness were not known for their selflessness, and honestly could not afford to lose one of the last decent folk they had left. 

There was little time for regret though, as Asher felt somebody throw their body on him. The white wings gave away the fact that it was the angel that was shielding him, begging for his life, and lying to the mage. Not to mention she was also making it quite difficult to focus considering her current position put his face right next to breasts, which thanks to her torn clothes were partially on display. [color=slategray][i]You’re about to die, now is definitely [b]not[/b] the time to have your head in the gutter.[/i][/color] Regardless though, the prince could not help but ask what could possibly possess the woman to go to such lengths to protect him, the one that had brought so much misery into her life. In fact, Asher was finding more and more questions he wanted to ask the strange creature, assuming of course he somehow managed to survive all of this.