“I made it Milo. I made it”
Although his battered body reminded him of what had just transpired just moments ago. Yorwords kindness was what seemed to help him forget about the pain momentarily. To forget about the danger.
Placing a hand to where the vampire had bit him, Milo could not recall a time where he had encountered such power, such speed, and such ferocity. Let alone one so evil and seemingly invincible.
His thoughts quickly went to Kethra. Is she safe? Milo looked over to the other end of the battered drawbridge, and could see her with both Carver and Mardaveth standing at her side. Still lying prone he turned to face the dark sky, and gave a sigh of relief. She is safe… but for how long? I would not wish this place on my worst enemy. The faces of citizens of Barovia ran through his mind. How they suffered needlessly. How more will suffer if we don’t do this, he thought… and Kethra.