It wasn't long ago that the battle had ended, luckily successfully so, but now Ekko found himself slumped against a wall, his breath uneven, one hand pressed firmly against his side where blood soaked through his shirt.

His other hand clutched his weapon, the once-bright object now dulled by grime and scratches.

He shook his head, attempting to push himself off the wall, but his legs wobbled, forcing him back. His pride was evident, but so was his exhaustion.