Separate names with a comma.
Zandalor creates a tornado, sucking up all of the swords before they can kill anyone. "As I always told you Artemis, you should listen to your...
(Just so everyone knows, I plan for only one of my characters to survive.)
"Artemis, you have attacked my pupil. It is time for us to have that battle from two years ago."
Hours are over*
A huge blast of wind hits the king from the side, knocking him over for a few seconds. "I'm sorry, visitation overs are over." Says Zandalor.
"Don't forget about me, my king." Says the insane voice, coming from someone slightly behind him. (The insane voice is someone who, in a way, is...
"I have to help end this war, Arija. You stay here and heal up."
Zhar finishes regrowing the skin and muscle, and the light fades. (So I honestly don't know what to do with Zandalor anymore lol. He is literally...
White light comes from the cross inside Zhar's chest, and muscle and skin begins to reform overtop.
"No... You don't." He smiles and kisses her, then says "I should heal myself now..."
Zhar wraps his arms around her. "Are you sure you want to hug me with my chest ripped open like this?" He laughs.
Zhar smiles. "You could never hurt me. As long as you are alive, I shall never be hurt by you."
"Don't be." He says, placing a hand on her cheek. "If it saves my life, then why should you feel sorry?"
Zhar looks down, and the cross is now fully exposed.
When she kisses Zhar, his white flame kicks up, helping to absorb some of the pain. Zhar kisses her back,
Zhar screams out in pain, as his flesh is burned. It reminds him of the one torture method he once suffered in hell.
"Huh?"
Zhar shows her his chest, and through the wound you can see the cross. "Like I said, he needs to be more precise. He hit the cross before it could...
"He was too quick for my liking... He really needs to learn to have precision though... Heh." Zhar coughs up some blood. "D***..."
Red lines begin to show around the wound.