Axe clashed against scythe yet again, and Emilia was forced backwards. Her mount had been sniped by Caster already, and was in no condition to fly. Caster's Master was advancing on her, and her magically-enhanced combat skills were proving to be a match for her.
Another push backwards, and Emilia's back met the wall of a building. She didn't have much time to complain about being maneuvered that way before she felt a deep slice in her stomach.
"R-Rider!" There was her Master, eyes wide, voice frantic. It must have been a really ugly wound.
The other Master raised the scythe to Emilia's neck. "One whiff of healing magic outta you and I cut the goodbyes short," she ordered.
"Sorry," Emilia wheezed, trying to hold in the blood coming out. It didn't seem to be working. "I guess I wasn't good enough."
"No way. You were great." He looked agitatedly between her and the other Master and the scythe. "I'm realizing really quickly that I should have appreciated you more while I had the chance."
"That's really cliché..." Dizziness threatened to overtake her, but she held on a little longer. "Don't feel bad about this, 'kay?"
After a moment, he answered, "...Yeah. Okay."
"Good!" And with that, she was gone.
