"Moulin..." Malyana whispered between her heavy breathing. She was leaning unto Harow's arm. Supporting herself to stand up and stare at the youth. He'd come sooner than she thought. Were they successful? Her eyes took a glimpse at the unfamiliar woman riding behind the young maeruthan. Where was Nhero?
The massive raven-furred beast was still writhing from the pain, and Moulin took no pity of it. He didn't expect that the first thing he'd see when he arrived would be a giant Black Lion spitting flames at his cold-face lover. He didn't stop to think as he immediately called forth his sacred weapon and fired one mighty arrow at the monster. Although he made his mark, Moulin wished the arrow had penetrated deeper and instantly sent it to hell.
Moulin raised his head. Eyes sharp and breathing slow, he pulled his arm back, ignoring the sizzle and cracks of biting ice from the arrow that materialized within his grip. Without a thought, he released.