There was no prideful drawing out of what was to come. There was no joy or pleasure, or even satisfaction of doing what had to be done. The energy that flooded Shenyo's body forced itself into every nook and aspect of his being. It threatened to make him lose control as he almost had mere minutes ago, awakening the demon inside of him. Yet this time it was different. He could feel her soul soothing and calming the beast within. In that single moment of clarity and strength, Shenyo ended the conflict.<br/><br/>Milas' body fell to either side of his own as he stumbled forward, body covered in his opponent's blood. Falling beside Lydia's body Shenyo scooped her up as gently and quickly as he could. The flames were louder than ever as the wooden beams above them began to weaken and crack. As he turned towards the entrance several of those beams crashed down, bringing half the roof with them, fortunately didn't land directly on top of them. There was too much fire and wreckage between them and the door, though the door was still open. The only other option was to find a way back through the maze of a building to a safety that might not exist.<br/><br/>Grabbing what was left of Milas clothing that he could, Shenyo quickly covered her body in the bloody attire and held her tight. Then he moved. It didn't matter how badly he was hurt. It didn't matter that he could feel the flame burning through his flesh. Nothing would stop him from getting her out of there.<br/><br/>The fresh, cool air stung his burnt body as he landed past the entrance and staggered a few steps further. They had made it. As Shenyo looked up however, he could see the fighting still going on. No one had noticed them yet, but he was in no condition to defend himself, let alone her. If she even could be defended.<br/><br/>Peering over the side of the drawbridge he noticed that it wasn't a stagnant moat, but instead a river. With the heat of the castle at his back and the sounds of combat at his front, he knew there was only one thing to do. He jumped. The river's current took them swiftly away from the heat and the violence, though the water stung at his wounds and his burns and threatened to drown them both. Somehow he managed to keep her above water until they found a way back up out of the water, a small dock near the edge of the city.<br/><br/>Pulling her body into a nearby alleyway he was finally able to take a look at her. "Come on Lydia..." He spoke softly, gently turning her over to look at the gash on her head. It still trickled blood. Cutting his hand with a claw he pressed down firmly onto her wound, forcing his blood to mix and mingle with her own. "Please." Was it too late? Did he take too long?<br/><br/>