[b] Zivon [/b]

He felt someone catch him, he was really tired even though he didn’t do much but with that fight, running away, that painful trumpet sound and fire it was too much for him to handle in one day. He looked at Oona and Kathy who helped him up he gave disoriented smile. Somehow he felt something wrong with Oona, really bad, he stood up still exhausted, and he looked back at her. 

“Hey, I don’t hear the fighting anymore. Did they stop?” He sort of heard Kathy said. 

‘…Did they? That’s good….’ He sighed in relief but landed on the floor.

"Zivon? come on!" Then he heard Oona , trying his best he stood up, feet still wobbling and his breathing was out of pace. He gathered most of his consciousness and strength back.

 “…Com…e..on…let…s ……g…o”