[i][h3][b][color=1CE678]Kean Jossun[/color][/b][/h3][/i][hr]A handful of moments slipped by before the tension spilled from Kean’s body, his arms falling dead-straight at his sides. One blade dropped from his hands, but then seemed to catch itself mid-freefall, whilst the other drew itself from the lupine corpse, dripping red as it floated back towards him. Both entered the folds of Kean’s clothing to find their hidden scabbards. 

[color=1CE678]“Is everyone-” [/color]Was as much as Kean managed before vegetation exploded around them. Ill pillars dotted with sickle blades shot up. Kean felt one cruel edge graze his back. Yet, he didn’t move. Eventually, he let out a breath. The Fae seemed to be the cause. He was beginning to wonder if having such power was really a boon when it was wielded by someone of such immature disposition and questionable sanity. 

[color=1CE678]“They’re dead alright, but we’re not, and I’d like to keep it that way,”[/color] He said, as he worked free from the maze. He snagged on a few spikes but was able to get out with only a few minor grazes. He brushed himself off and began making his way towards the horses. 

[color=1CE678]“Is everyone alright?”[/color] He managed to finish this time, looking around. The Templar seemed the most injured, and whilst Kean didn’t over help, he bit his tongue to hold back any snide remarks. Recent events had afforded perhaps an iota of respect.