it was after a duel where the opponent had broken fair rules not long before running off.

sirelain had quickly ran to catch mehkin before he could fall, both of their chests heaving — mehkin’s from battle yet his own from pure rage at what that bastard had done to his dearest friend.

ahiki stood frozen in fear, damn near crying as his hands shook uncontrollably at his sides, hyperventilating as the loud clank of the two blades hitting the ground so harshly still echoed in his ears — ringing just a pitch too high. he’d nearly fallen to the ground himself once Sirelain shoved him off after his attempt to hold they boy back.

Sirelains eyes twitched at the sight, his arms locked under Mehkin’s own, lifting over his shoulders just enough to have caught him at all.