DISCLAIMER

I DO NOT OWN TLR OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, PLACES, ECT.

I DO OWN THIS SAD EXCUSE OF A PLOT AND THE PATHETIC CHARACTER KNOWN AS USA. (pronounced ooo-saa)

BTW! THIS STORY(though this is the better one) CAN ALSO BE FOUND ON DEVIANTART, SO IT WAS NOT STOLEN.

I JUST NOTICED HOW STUPID USA'S NAME IS- IT'S SPELLED U S A

IT'S LIKE A JUST LOOKED AT MY COUNTRY'S INITIALS AND DECIDED "YUP, THAT'LL BE A GOOD NAME"

I DIDN'T DO THAT.

It was complete and utter pandemonium.
The city was under attack by beastman, but that was just a cover.
No, the true threat had already infiltrated the city- the Conqueror and his forces.

Once it was made known what had happened, it was too late, for the Conqueror already had what he came for.
Still, the Silver Falcons tried as hard as they could to stop him from leaving, but to no avail; it was like a child fighting a grown man.
The red-robed beast of a man took his leave after soundly beating the vigilantes, taking with him the remnant, Tao Tie.
However, he did not go unscathed, from the looks of the deep gash on his side.
'At least someone was able to wound him.' Caedmon thought faintly before turning his attention to a slightly beaten up Falcon that approached him.

"What's your report?" The sovani commander asked.
"Sir! It's the Sub-Commander." The mitra answered.
Cold dread swept through the sovani's body.
"Where is she? Is she alright?" The commander questioned, visibly concerned.
The mitra man shuffled nervously, trying to find the right words.
"Well, she fought one-on-one with the Conqueror and managed to wound him." He began.
A mix of fear, shock, and pride filled the sovani when he heard the news.
Yes, of course it was Usa who caused that large gash.
"But, she-well..." The mitra trailed off just as a group of Silver Falcons approached, supporting a heavily injured woman.
"Commander..." A weak voice rasped out.
Caedmon froze, hardly believing what he saw.
"Usa, by the God Emperor-"

He couldn't speak, all words leaving him as he saw the sorry state she was in.

Still, she pressed on, shrugging off the aid of her fellow brothers and sisters-in-arms.

She took a wobbly step forward, almost collapsing from the pain that shot through her leg, but pressed on.

The mitra woman stood as straight and tall as she could, opening wounds that had just closed.

Blood flowed freely from those wounds, dripping down to the sand at her feet, mixing with it.
"Sir...I'm sorry...I couldn't stop him..." She managed out, sounding close to sobbing.
The two locked eyes, and that's when he saw it- she wasn't about to cry over her injuries, as serious as they were.

She was on the verge of tears because she thought she had failed.
Usa took another step forward before collapsing, her body beyond its limit.

Before she crashed face first into the sandy ground, Caedmon managed to catch her, using all four arms.

Panic filled him as he felt her go slack.

"Usa! Usa, don't you dare die on me! Quick! Get the healers! Now! " He shouted as he held her.

The healers arrived as swiftly as they could, and began to work on her immediately, shooing the sovani commander and any others away to cast restorative spell after restorative spell on Usa in an effort to stop the bleeding and get her stable enough to move her to the medical bay

Hours later, the head medic approached Caedmon, hands and clothes splattered with Usa's drying blood.

"Sir? We've done all we can."

A chill ran through the sovani's body, freezing him.

"It will be a close call, and she may not survive the night."

Relief chased away the chill at the news.

Wait…

He nodded in response to the head medic before excusing himself.

'Could it be?' He thought as he all but ran up the stairs to his office.
'Am I getting too close to her?'