From the shadows, Cyris's form appeared near the beta and Kali, staying off to the side at a respectful distance. Crimson eyes rested on Vanth, and they narrowed.
"You should leave now while you have the chance, traitor."
((Shortness!))
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((Now that Dusk and Karma are back together, switching back to the same color for them both ^.^))
"Are you alright, Karma?" Dusk looked his sister over, seeing the wound on her shoulder along with others. His expression remained impassive, but faintly a gleam of worry showed in his eyes. After watching the exchange between Zero and Kali, Karma nodded slowly, and faintly. She winced in pain for even that slight gesture made her shoulder hurt.
"Yes, I'm alright," she answered calmly. "Though I wouldn't mind a break. How about you?"
Dusk gave a wry laugh, "Same, this pack sure lives up to its name."
Karma returned a humorless smirk, but her eyes shifted to Xander's approaching form. As she watched, she noticed how the male was intentionally avoiding her gaze, and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly at what she saw. Blood was splattered around the male's form, but as far as she could see there was hardly a wound on him, at least any severe enough to have come from a tough enemy. Dusk followed his sister's gaze, and there was a solemn silence between the two.
"We better go," Karma announced abruptly, attempting to turn away from the group. "The battle has ended but only for now. They'll be after us soon enough, might as well get as far as we can for now."
