Jazdia was in a hurry, but even then she slowed down to watch where the hell those oversized ice swords were going. It careened itself overhead, flew past injured Athena, and crashed itself on the two freezing enraged by their east, knocking them over, but failed to cleanly sever their bodies. Their hearts were still beating.

"[color=6ecff6]Do you need...[/color]"

And there he was, the mage behind those spectacular displays. Jazdia responded by shaking her head. Not sure what was the purpose of showing off the conjuration of ice strands on fingers at this moment, nor she would spare a moment to ask. 

"Yeah, please light that campfire. Can you do it?" 

She said, walking past him, and not even bothering to see that the man had slumped down behind her. 
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Jonas Delving, with what was left of his strength struggled. His arms, then outstretched and feebled, now moved to clutch Yvonne's hand, trying to release her grip from his neck. His stumped hand was outstretched, smearing blood onto the mercenary's upper arms and clothes.

[color=ec008c]"That's enough."[/color]

Still struggling, his eyes stared at the approaching elf defiantly, tears formed in his eyes, his sclera reddened, and saliva ran from the corner of his lips. 

[color=ec008c][b][b]"YVONNE ROSENVING, THAT'S ENOUGH!!!"[/b][/b][/color]

She grabbed her by the shoulder and squeezed it with her bloodied and trembling hand. 

[color=ec008c]"Let... let him be. We need him alive..." [/color]