Lazarus

They were almost reunited with his comrades. He could see the landed legion. He could even see Sasha... well he could recognize her figure by her hair. He wasn't expecting what happened next. [color=a36209]"There they are! Stop them! Protect your kingdom men! Show no fear! Hold! Lose!"[/color] A small regiment of 40 or so troops had arrived as reinforcements. A volley of arrows flew their way. Lazarus was sprinting full speed now, and he didn't have much time to react. "Crap! Josh get down!"That was the first time he had called him Josh too. He guess he was starting to let him in a bit. He spluttered as he was forced to jump into the air, arms flailing. His breath rasped, just as his wings formed and took him out of harms way the volley. Coughed and looked at his body. Two arrow were sticking into him. To the left, just below the chest, and into his right thigh. "Fuck!" It hurt bad. He lent backwards, in the air held up by his wings, charging his breath. "Below... of the light god!" He let it go, firing his breath into the crowd of troops. They all yelled, having never seen magic before. They were swept away with its power. The troops lay still, battered to the ground. Lazarus landed heavily, his wings deforming. "Well shit..." He panted and winced, arrows sticking out from him. "Fuck it. We have a job to do. Maddox has beat me up worse than this back home." He smiled faintly, snapping the sticking out pieces of the arrows off, and continuing despite the pain. He tried to run, but it was hard. He waved to the legion.

Edo-Lazarus

he saw his counterpart. "You are right, but I do have faith in my friend..." He looked down. "You people say that man over there..." he referred to EL Lazarus, "... is a good man." He sighed. "What kind of a man would I be if I didn't put everything on the line for a friend?!" He cried out. He let his fingers slip from hers as he backed away. "Go on... Be with him. You have each other." He looked at Edo-Sasha in the distance. "Pen... is all i've got. Even if it's memories from when we were young. Let me hold on to them for just... a little longer." He sighed. He knew if Pen didn't give up, he'd be killed. He turned. "I'm sorry Sasha. Go to Lazarus. I'll be fine. He took off, running. Pen would've probably gone to the palace, to look like he was protecting the king. He ran as fast as he could, in the direction of the palace, which happened to be towards Penny, Mayt, and Edo-Sasha. He didn't expect what came next. He was just about to pass the group, when the order was given. 
[color=a36209]"There they are! Stop them! Protect your kingdom men! Show no fear! Hold! Lose!"[/color] A volley of arrows flew their way. He was stranded... no cover. Wait what was he thinking?! He jumped forward, in front of the group which included Edo-Sasha, Mayt and Penny. In the aftermath, he kept Edo-Sasha's head buried into his chest. Yes. Edo-Lazarus, he stepped out in front of her, back to the arrows, and embraced her. From his back, were 7 or so arrows, penetrating his leather armour. He couldn't breath properly, and his skin felt warm on his torso. Blood trickled out of his sleeves, and from the bottom of his body plate. "I... assumed those two would be fine... they have magic..." He spluttered. Still holding her. "But you... well someone had... to protect you now... didn't they?" He breathed heavily, he lungs starting to fill with blood. Talking was very difficult now. "Pen... Don't let them... kill... Pen." That was about it for him. "Not enough time... to ask... dinner with me?" He coughed, questioning edo-Sasha. Now was a good as time as any. What would Earthland Lazarus say at a time like this? He had observed him quite a lot since they had met. He knew... "Heavenly." He let go, allowing Edo-Sasha to leave his arms, before falling onto his side with a thud, blood trickling onto the pavement. "I'll... pick you up at 7..." He tried to chuckle. before he gave out a large breath. At least he was able to help someone... especially someone dear to him, before he met his end. He was at peace. He stopped breathing, speaking, moving. He was gone... Unconscious. He could still hear. But he was dead. It was a strange sensation. He knew he was dead... But he could still feel everything around him.