"Joseph! Kuren!" Xiso looked in surprise at the two men lying on the ground. Clearly, he hadn't anticipated this.
"What happened? How did you two get here? What about Grey Eagle Peak?"
"Grey... Grey Eagle Peak... it... it has fallen!" Joseph struggled to prop himself up. Parts of the wings on his shoulders were frayed, a sign that he had not escaped unscathed.
Kuren, beside him, was moaning incessantly on the ground, too weak to speak. The repeated blows he had suffered were torture for him.
