The thick air burns Robin's throat and he notes the terrible aching throughout his body, a side effect from the strong dark magic recently shot towards him, winging his shoulder slightly. Someone mentioned a lone person attempting to fight off the quickly approaching army, and the tactician split off from the group in search for this person, and possible ally. A risen pegaus knight catches him off guard on his search, and Robin quickly flips through his tome, looking for an effective attack. He isn't quick enough, however, and the knight flies toward him, lance bared. He breathes in deeply, preparing for the hit an- nothing. There's light and the risen is on the ground along with the pegasus. Robin blinks. How?
"Hehe, you should watch out next time, sir!"
Surprised, Robin turns around to the now approaching figure, a tome in hand, and a wide smile on their face. The tactician recognizes the long purplish cloak, the same he wears. They pull their hood down in a swift movement, stepping closer. Familiar dark brown eyes meet darker ones and suddenly Robin is attacked. Not attacked, but tightly hugged.
"Father! Father! It's you! It's really you!" The girl is crying, clutching tightly to his robes. "Let's go home, Father."