Not too far away from the chaos.
Ishiki and Filch were running in tense silence behind a building. They were completely hidden in shadows.
Filch led the way, his usual languid demeanor was replaced by sharp alertness. He moved with surprising stealth, picking routes that kept them concealed and away from the dragon's current hunting ground.
Ishiki followed, each step an exercise in controlled agony. His ribs were screaming and his arm throbbed beneath the gauntlet.
His internal injuries didn't stay back in making the things worse... every breath he took in felt cool, making him feel like drowning. But he kept moving, his condition was a lot better than it was almost 20 minutes ago.
His [Minor Regeneration] even effected his internal injuries that was quite a good thing to learn.
'No it wasn't a good thing at all... I would like to stay unaware of it.' Ishiki corrected inwardly.
