Seeing her reach the ground tore through him, with a vicious unnatural roar he deposes of his attacker.  Seeing four of their members either dead or close to it, the rest abandon the fight without so much as a look back at their comrades.  Isakar rushes to Ayame’s side to check her wounds, after thoroughly inspecting her wound, he rips a shred of his shirt to be used as a bandage until they can get to a healer.  With night sky in full bloom, invigorated from the fight, he pulls her to tightly to him placing a deep kiss full of passion on her lips.  Holding that moment for what feels an eternity he pulls away from her to walk her back to the ale house.