Thud.
Rahu hit the cave floor hard. Enough to shake off the dust from the ceiling. Pebble rolled off the stone as he steadied himself, one hand on the scythe and the other gripping the prisoner of battle.
He walked forward, his steps were uneven. His breaths sounded loud and heavy.
"Master!!" Azaria rushed over, stooping in front of him.
Up close, his condition was impossible to ignore. Blood had dried in long streaks across his chest and lower body. His ear was gone. His left arm hung low.
Rahu glanced down at her.
"Tie this woman and keep an eye on her," he ordered, pushing the woman into Azaria's hands.
Azaria nodded and took the unconscious woman away. With the third step, she halted, turning back.
"Are you…alright?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Her heart felt like it was being whipped over and over, seeing him injured to this degree for their sake.
