
The battle dies down, though the Hellions' fire had been stomped out before then. It never gets easier. Sometimes it's when they least expect it, sometimes it's the ones they least expect to go... Regardless, there isn't enough wool in Akkad for them to pull over their own eyes no matter how often they claim that is simply the life of a mercenary.
The brute's hold over young Ia softens and he sets her down gently, leaving his sharpest hand axe in her care.
LYUN: "Rest, we leave soon."
He approaches Siris and Ashür, the former of the two almost standing guard over their armored comrade. Lyun raises a hand towards him, silently asking for permission to intrude despite not waiting for it to be given. The rest of the Hellions watch him lift Balathu from the ground, cradling his body in as dignified a manner as he can afford him.
The brute's hold over young Ia softens and he sets her down gently, leaving his sharpest hand axe in her care.
LYUN: "Rest, we leave soon."
He approaches Siris and Ashür, the former of the two almost standing guard over their armored comrade. Lyun raises a hand towards him, silently asking for permission to intrude despite not waiting for it to be given. The rest of the Hellions watch him lift Balathu from the ground, cradling his body in as dignified a manner as he can afford him.