[color=fff200]Leval Lamrue[/color]

Rowan collapsed to the ground, letting loose a low moan of pain. Leval stood, panting and drenched in sweat, his good arm still outstretched, and the other hanging limply by his side. In a faint voice, Rowan spoke [color=f9ad81]"I... lost..."[/color]. With that declaration, the white streak of color in hair began to fade back to black. Her eyes closed as well, and her breath made it seem like she was about to fall asleep.

Leval looked down at her, a door exiting the room had appeared at the far wall. He tugged the strings of the Weave, all of the illusions in the room withdrew back into his body. His actual form exposed, he raised his good arm to his mouth and bit the soft flesh of the outside of his thumb. His eyes still stayed up the weakened Rowan before him. He felt a sharp pain that was minor in comparison to his left arm, and blood welled up from the puncture marks. He crouched down and raised his hand about a foot up from Rowan's mouth, letting droplets of blood fall into her slightly open mouth.