As quick as it started, the battle was over. Kyra remained stoic and strong even as she saw Brannor fall, and for Cyanwrath to kick him while he was down. Kyra was nearly tempted to shoot the dragon in the back, her hand on her bow. However as the others ran out to aid brannor, Kyra too remembered what her duty here was and went to assist them. While The three healers were more than enough to stabilize Brannor, Kyra still used a bit of her magic to ensure that Brannor would recover, as well as carry his equipment. She shot a spiteful glance back at Cyanwrath's army, making a silent vow.

[color=pink][i]"For my people, for my goddess, and for my friends here, I will deliver justice. This much I promise."[/i][/color]

Picking up the broken gear Kyra ran back to the keep with the others. She stayed close to Longwater's family and tried her best to console them, the children especially. Kyra didn't even want to think what sort of horrors those monsters exposed these children too. The fact that the oldest sons was drenched in blood made Kyra's blood boil. Just what did they do in front of him? Did they kill a man before his eyes? Force him to wear this soiled tunic from an executed villager? Did they possibly even hurt him? Any of these theories fueled Kyra's rage as she seethed quietly to herself. She said nothing, not even when they entered the keep, and simply left all the equipment she had on the floor. Standing off to the side she clenched her fist and slammed it into the wall in anger.

[color=pink]"Dammit.... Dammit it all..."[/color]