[i]Not enough ti-[/i]

Mirt had anticipated the reversal, wanted it to happen, but confidence was an insidious killer sharper than any blade and could kill just as easily. Or get someone suoremely confident very easily killed. Poor Mirt, First Warrior of Aeir'Sun, leader to be of the clergy, and supreme master of his will, could only bow his head at the inevitable conclusion to his story.

It was a fleeting feeling of satisfaction in his last moments to accept his likely death had come at the of a stronger being than himself rather than asleep like a cowardly old man.

Darkness claimed him as the demon wolf pulverized his body between its owm bulk and the unyielding stones at his back. A taste of excruciating agony was the only sensation he felt before it was over, in a single instant.

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Death would not claim him, apparently. Like a miracle from the glorious creator himself, Mirt felt his breathe come in quick and sudden as his heart pumped blood into limbs gone stiff, the dark haze of his mind crumbling away to glorious light as life returned to him!
What had only been a few minutes of death weighed on him as if it had been weeks. Broken bones, shattered skull, torn skin, it had all been mended thanks to a strange knight and.. bless her, that girl he most cared for. Anyon had come to see her mentor to the grave.

Though her wording wasn't as obvious.

A cough had him spill a generous donation of blood onto his clothes as Mort struggled to breathe, letting the healing magic do its work. Anyon addressed him again, accusingly or so he thought, but was simply not capable of responding at the moment with anything but a smile and a nod. Anyon could be fairly oblivious at times but she would surely recognize he was thanking her for being ok, his own wounds all but ignored.
With the energies from Anyon he felt strength enough returning enough to ask a simple enough question.

"Did the strangers make it out better than I did?"