Cobra watched Percy flop onto the ground and roll sloppily down the muddy hill. The others that had exited the house mere moments before were on their knees. The smaller woman had done her best to stop the fall from being fatal, although Cobra secretly hoped Percy had a little head injury. Just enough to rattle his brain a bit. He hadn't gotten to punch his lights out and doubted that now would be a good time to do so.
He dismissed his dragon claws and looked toward the door to the balcony. There, a familiar spirit stood a young woman with pink hair and ram horns. She cringed as he approached, holding her arms close to her chest. Memories from times she'd had to spar him probably still made her fearful, unlike Gemini who didn't seem to mind him that much. He stopped before he could get close to her.
"You weren't needed…thankfully."
The timid woman bit her lip and looked away, but nodded. They'd gambled on the others rushing to his aid. If they hadn't…well, Aries would have protected him with her wool on the way down. Lucy didn't want him dead, and besides, who knew what would happen to the threads otherwise? Not that they knew what was happening to them right now…
Aries gave a stiff bow and vanished into a stream of golden light. Cobra stepped through the balcony doors to see Lucy on her knees. She had a hand on her head and winced. Cobra knew she was likely more powerful than Sorano was, but three golden keys in a row were no joke if what he remembered from Sorano's whining was correct.
He took the opportunity to sit down next to her. He also felt mentally drained, in more ways than one.
"Everything worked out ok then?" Lucy asked.
"Yeah. I'm guessing that Perse woman used the strings to catch him and lower him down. It wasn't the softest landing, but he didn't get cut or break his neck from the looks of things."
She nodded in relief. "I felt Aries disappear on her own, so I figured things must have been alright. I guess in a way, I'm glad they must have been tricky for Mira and Macbeth…who knows how that might have ended otherwise."
Cobra had seen his fair share of horrors. He was sure what happened to Percy wouldn't even crack the top ten. But it wouldn't do much good to dwell on the ideas either. Instead, he scooted closer to Lucy and put a hand on her own. His thoughts on her still seemed a bit out of wack from how he remembered them before. He couldn't see the thread any longer, so there was no way to tell, but he wondered if it was still a light red, or if it would change again.
Only time, and effort would tell.
Lucy didn't flinch when he placed a hand on her but put her own over his and smiled.
Seconds later, Macbeth and Mirajane appeared. Scratched up, but no worse for wear than either of them. That was when he finally felt comfortable thinking it.
That, for the most part, it was finally over.