Arn did not have much to fall.  The rush of the wind filled his ears.  In truth, he was not sure if he would be able to make a safe landing even as he prepared to utilize the Aether again.  His muscles felt worn beyond the normal strain of over use.  He was actually near passing out.  His eye sight became blurry as he rushed towards the deck of the barge below him.  His red armor drenched in blood, his own and those who had opposed him. 

If this was to be the end, he had no regrets.  He had tried to live his life to the best he could.  He knew that one day he would perhaps fall in battle.  In truth, he had hoped that this was the case and not that he should die of old age or due to sickness.  The mage was perhaps not fond of going down in a blaze of glory but he knew that in his profession death was more of a reality than survival.  

It was a miracle that he had lived so long.  He was not reckless by any stretch o the imagination but he never played it safe.  He fancied himself a weapon and the only job or purpose of a weapon is to kill.  So he had killed and killed efficiently.  If any one was to analyze this existence it would actually be sad.  There was not aim, no goal and no end.  One day he would be here and one day he would not.  

The darkness started to close around him and his body started to feel limp.  There was  a sudden jolt.  He could not have smashed against the deck already could he?  He heard a familiar voice but which sounded far away.  The mage recognized it as belonging to Tyrhallan.  He forced  his eyes to remain open as he tried to focus on the Knight Captain.  

He tried to speak to answer the questions posed to him but he was not able to.  Instead, he merely pointed weakly towards the deck of the dying frigate and the mounted Knights evacuating the Spider.  

Arn also managed a haphazardly nod to acknowledge the gratitude.  He felt that it was unneeded but he was aware enough to know that to not accept it would be considered rude.  The last thought before he lost all consciousness was the frigate going out in a blaze that lit the ever twilight skies. 

[i]Arn?[/i]

A soft voice called his name.  Deep in his heart he felt he knew it.  

[i]Arn?[/i]

He was in darkness.  He tried to locate the voice.  

[i]Arn?[/i]

He searched with all his might.   Somehow desperation started to set in.  why? Something in his soul told him that he needed to find the source of the voice.  

[i]Arn?[/i]

He saw a glow just before his eyes.  A  silhouette began to take shape into something resembling a humanoid.  He was captivated by the light.  It brought feelings of warmth and peace.  He reached forward with his hand.  

The Knight Captain would probably find it weird that the mage was extending his hand to the void skies.  Arn was falling in the realm between consciousness.  The light was probably the explosions happening nearby.  He had lost much blood but his battle instincts wanted to stay in the fight even if his body was trying to shut down to prevent further damage.