Shadowhold battlefield
Karnariel approaches Gaul. He levels his gaze at the large man.
"Let me fight Kara. I have to be one to end this." Karnariel says plainly. 

The fighting has died down significantly. With Kara present to allow her forces to skip the time constraint of the resurrection the battle has screeched to a crawl. A few holdout have gathered in the wreckage of fallen ships and attempt to repel the battered alliance forces. Most of Kara's forces are willing to fight until the last. 

Shadow speaks up.
"You should stay here." He says to Kar, who wheels around to face him already furious.

"I don't take orders from you." Kar bites.

"Not an order. Just a suggestion." Shadow sets himself down on a rock. "The Viking should go. He's not of this land. But he still represents a part of herself she has abandoned. A defeat at his hands would do considerable damage to her mental state."

"I want-no, I [i]have[/i] to be there when she dies." Kar's hands tramble. "It has to be me."

"And it will." Shadow says. He sets his gaze on Kara's body resting against a toppled wall. "She has a vessel in this world to return to. And you'll be here. Waiting. To decide her fate."