A terrifying current of blue energy and electricity collide above her.
She's half buried in mud, a body covered in white silk curled around hers.
He's there, it's him, and Tenseiga is extended high above their heads, fending off the lethal voltage that would have killed her.
His hair falls in soaked, silver ropes and tangles with hers in the wet earth as he grits his teeth. It's through the sheer force of his will and an impossible sword that she is safe.
She tucks into him as nature unforgivingly wages war.
An arm that isn't whole pulls her closer.
