I don't own 'em but gee I wish i did. Lucky Kripke!
He uncurls slowly from the ball he has drawn himself into. Blood trickling from his ears and nose. The stifling air scorching his seared lungs.
He squints, eyes watering, through the smoke to the place his brother had stood to face down the Demon Lord.
Is salvation or damnation to be his fate?
His brother emerges painfully slowly from the gloom, dragging his shattered leg, swaying sickeningly.
He holds one hand to the crimson blossom that paints his ribs, his other arm hangs unnaturally from its ruined socket.
He stumbles and strong arms reach to catch him as he falls.
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