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They were being overwhelmed.

Dekar’s armor was battered, his body aching. Every limb, every muscle, every tendon felt taut, tense, stretched to breaking point. He could tell that he was at his limits from the scent of his own blood in his nostrils, the pain of bruises and cuts, the difficulty he had with properly breathing, and most importantly the raging fire in the depth of his body, burning through him ferociously. But he couldn’t attack just yet. He had to allow himself some time to recuperate from the last attack of the fiendish monster they were faced with. Its eyes glinted maliciously and it reared on its hind legs again, ready to strike, ready to kill him, but before that moment came, something else overtook him.

Raw energy, green light, a soothing pull at his weary body, the promise of restoration.

He found it dancing over his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, lightly tickling the hairs on his arms. He found it counterbalancing the bright fire inside of him that was his ire turned to energy, to tangible form. He found it pulling at his essence, mending all that was broken within and without, filling him with new vigor. It was amazing; it was magic, raw magic, pooling together around his friend, his love, making her look like a goddess…

“Tia…”, he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but she’d heard him and turned to him mid-spell. Her hair was flowing around her like a halo as an unseen wind blew around her, the green light turning her hair aquamarine and her eyes the color of the deepest oceans, light dancing within them and beckoning him not to give up. For a second, Tia looked like the angel of Valor she conjured: pure light and divinity, pulling at his soul and warming it to the point of ignition.

My love, who fights with the heart of a dragon beating so strong… rise, rise again, spread your wings and fly, and rain your devastating ire on this fiend...’

Dekar didn’t need that repeated. The monster’s attack came as he’d thought, but now he could bear it. His armor took the brunt of the sharp claws’ force, and the cuts it made on his arm were shallow in comparison to the wounds he’d had only seconds before. And then, the energy of his rage was channeled almost casually into his sword, and he swung it in a wide arc, his entire arm glowing along with the blade in a bright flash of energy that lended extra force to his blow. For a moment, he felt like the dragon that his ancestor had chosen as his symbol, the same dragon that he himself bore on his upper arm: a mighty being, near-invincible, protected by impenetrable scales and with a fiery energy shimmering deep within, ready to burn all that tried to attack it. He could feel his sword cut through the tough skin of the fiend, piercing the soft flesh beneath, rending muscle and organs alike. Blood gushed out over his sword, causing it to hiss, the energy of his blow having heated the metal to the point of evaporating the monster’s life-essence around it. Breathing hard from the power he’d poured into that one strike, Dekar looked at the monster to see it fall down lifelessly, and then he found himself swept into a tight hug by Tia.

“Oh, my dragon-heart…”, she said joyously, and he grinned.

“Tia, your healing… I was sure you wouldn’t be fast enough-”, he admitted, only for his friend to huff and shake her head.

“I wasn’t about to let you fall to that thing, Dekar, I’d die before I see you fall one more time!!” Dekar chuckled and tilted her head up, kissing her needfully, putting the relief of not having fallen as well as the pure admiration for her well-timed healing spell into the kiss alongside his love for her, and to his surprise he felt energy once again surround them, a more subdued green this time, prompting him to match it with his own energy. As they kissed, the green light of her second Valor spell and the shimmering blue energies of his own ire-fuelled healing of Tia’s spiritual reserves swirled around them like a cocoon of light, tying them together for the duration of their languid, loving kiss. As they parted, Tia looked up at him with shining, joyful eyes, and she traced a hand over his jaw, across one of the scars that could no longer be healed away. “...Dekar, my dragon-heart, let’s go. We got what we came for.”

“Yes, let’s head back home, angel eyes…”, he admitted, holding her close as the infinitely more subdued flash of the Providence magic sent them back outside of the mysterious dungeon.
And another pointless but no less fun to write Dekar/Tia minific!

(Once again heavily inspired by the amazing art of the wonderful PassiveIre.  The way she draws Dekar... ai ai, my poor unworthy heart...)
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