[Rosekitten]

The fact that the barrier had vanished meant the fight was over. He knew the fight was over but the idea of moving was hardly something he could think of. Standing here he knew if he bothered to move he'd hardly be standing after. That spell from Destro had sapped most of his energy even if he never showed it. Though he certainly was now as his eyes were slowly losing the red color to them due to the lack of energy to keep fighting.

Though this seemed to be when Mizuki appeared next to him. He couldn't say anything or bother to move. About the time the other had moved his arm was when he finally gave up on standing. His breathing was still a bit harsh as he was glad Mizuki was there. Face planting the ground after this would not have been fun in the least. Heck being like this was hardly fun.

He heard Mizuki talking but he didn't say anything for the moment. That probably took too much energy to try to do at the moment either. Even as Mizuki moved and started carrying him he wanted to protest but at the same time he didn't. Not like he could have anyway, he had just used a skill that was far beyond his current years as far as training went. Probably a foolish and risky move to say the least but it probably saved him all the same.

Mizuki didn't get very far before Thalion gave up on trying to stay awake either. It was over right? To keep fighting against what his body was demanding would just make things worse in the end and he knew that. not like he had gotten out of the fight unscathed. He had a number of small wounds from the spells Destro had cast. Nothing that wouldn't heal easily enough. It was more of his energy that was making him the way he was now. Lack of training and reasons to avoid training. He'd have to explain that to Mizuki...

None the less he was probably out for at least a few hours before coming to again. Though he didn't remember going to sleep in the first place so he hardly was expecting to be in a bed when he opened his eyes. His mind had been messing with him a bit during his so called rest. One of the times it was that he had lost the fight and that was the last image he had before he had woken up in a slight cold sweat. He was half expecting to be dead or to be finding out what happened after you died.

Though from the looks of the room he wasn't dead. No it looked like one of the rooms in the wood elf capital. Though least he was alive and that last image was just some dream. Probably a hint he had cut it close. Never the less his head was killing him as he slouched over half cursing at it. Reminder to self... don't do that again.