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The ragged breathing grew stronger with each passing second, his profusedly bleeding arm didn't help and only served to make his eyes heavier .Not one to show weakness, he trudged on. The Wraith, while weakened was still a fast creature, although one more hit might destroy the wraith as it's speed has lessened over the course of the fight. As Hugh dropped his war-hammer, oozing with energy, upon the Wraith it began dissipating. As soon as it began, Artos sheathed Red Trinity back into her home and silently dispelled 'Mind's Eye'.

As soon as the battle was finished, The Marksman and Paladin, Sana and Hugh began embracing and further. Artos just averted his eyes from the Lovers clasp, "Look away children." he jested, subtle catching his breath. He also glanced at his arm that profusely bled, and tucked it away under his cloak. I'll heal that myself, later on he thought, noticing everyone's fatigued selves. Before he knew it, the half elf, Varis was by his side, asking something about the groups formation. He was about to open his mouth until Sana answered the question, "Hm, Well I'm not too sure myself since I joined a tad late." he replied, his vision becoming murkier with each second "I'd rather not have a debate here, Sana, it would be best if we cared for the injured for now."

Hearing Sena scream made Artos snap his eyes towards the fallen elf, Ellyn, he walked quickly to her side with a  concerned look, the female who just recently joined was in the process of healing her. Her process of healing was interesting, Artos had read about it once but never seen it in fruition himself. He silently watched, looking down at the Shaman, "When you are done Shaman- no Deila, was it? I'll carry her back." he offered, another thought popped into Artos' head, "It's all well and good that we came out of this whole ordeal alive, but do any of you know the way out?" he asked, lightly shaking his head as his eyes were unconsciouly closing due to fatigue.

He quietly glanced at the Halfling. Artos felt some form of energy that didn't feel like his old one, but he quickly dismissed it as he being drained from the fight. His eyes went back to the Shaman healing Ellyn, silently observing the process. He also fought against the building stress and fatigue from the battle and injury, his arm leaking of blood under his cloak. Closing his eyes to catch himself and then opening them once again, the halfling suddenly appeared infront of him and handed him a silver dagger that seemed to glisten brightly under the dim lights of the chamber, and a crimson necklace that resembled his mutated eyes. "I- I'll try to identify it when we are out of this place." he stuttered because of the fatigue, also looking at the jewelry "Matches my eyes, huh?" he accidentally mumbled outloud, the soft glow of crimson reflecting on his pupils made his eyes seem darker than usual.
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