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"No, no, no, wait!" Fabian's sword slices through Ivy's abdomen, the sick squelch of metal cutting flesh ringing in his ears. For a moment, before the light fully leaves her eyes, he sees a flash of the scrappy stowaway his father had pulled out of the bowels of the Hangman, spitting and hissing and demanding passage off Leviathan in the worst Common Fabian had ever heard.
Then Ivy drops and doesn't get back up.
Fabian makes eye contact with Oisin over her body, a sort of desperate meeting between them before Oisin focuses back on whatever spell he's concentrating on. Useless fucking asshole. Fabian glaces around, because where the fuck is her party's cleric to being her back up? They've fought before, Ivy always gets back up. He wins everytime and she always gets back up.
The red crystal in her chest still throbs with an angry energy, but she stays still and limp. This was never meant to happen, he thinks, before swallowing and steeling himself. Ivy can yell at him again once the fight is over and he convinces her to move her shit back in and come home. They just have to finish this fight. We can fix this once Porter's dead.
The Bad Kids are going to get their friends back.
They have too.