Immediately turning his attention away from the reverberating sounds of impact, Tramon fell to one knee, supported himself by planting the point of his sword on the soot-covered pavement, and then tried to approach Alistar. Indignant understanding found its way onto his face as he seemed to accept the fact that he could no longer move.
"Master!"
The swordsman's aura surrounding Tramon's scarred, battered body abruptly flickered like a candle's failing flame before it disappeared altogether, blood spilling from his various wounds as soon as the energy dissipated.
Alistar ran over and cast a basic mending spell on Tramon's arm, limited to normal magic for whatever reason. At least, he thought anxiously, his energies were slowly returning to him.
