"-HMAEL!" Ishmael's eyes blinked open as he picked up on the ends of the mental shout. A bright blue sky greeted him. He was laying on his back in a ditch filled with soot. The clear sky above was surrounded by a ring of smokey haze.
"ISHMAEL!" the annoying weakling he shared a body with shouted again inside their mind.
Ishmael swiped a hand across his face, 'what do you want?' He asked coldly.
"So, we're not dead?" Kane asked.
Ishmael blinked, "why would we be-" he cut off his memories of their desperate fight filled their mind. He saw Kylara, tears pouring down her face as she looked at him. Then he remembered the sword slashing towards his neck, but just before it decapitated him a wave of white, radiant energy slammed into him, the sword, and Lord Alecai, from Kylara's direction.
'Kylara!' Ishmael thought desperately as he remembered the waves of magic filled with her energy; those same waves of magic that blew him one hundred feet away and saved his life.