Aerith jumps to the side, but one of the knives grazes his arm. He grunts, grasping his bicep, which had begun to sting. He cast a series of fireballs at the viper.
Aerith stood over his charred foe. The lion had fought well, leaving behind no small amount of wounds. He pressed his fingers against a cut on his forehead; they came away red.
"Yeah... me too."
Leonie also grabbed a plate of pancakes, drizzling on a layer of syrup. She daintily takes her fork and knife, eating like a proper gentlelady.