He singled out the fallen figure in red, ignored the rubble all around him and rushed towards her.
He gathered her in his arms. The cold temperature of her body made his heart drop. Even looking directly into the eyes of those dark creatures didn't scare him but the temperature of her body did.
With trembling lips, he said, "Primrose, get up. Come on, this is not the place for you fall asleep in!"
He rubbed her brushed and cut arm, hoping that his overly hot temperature would warm her up a bit. Unfortunately, his own shaking hands were as cold as ice with fear. It gripped her heart and pumped cold blood into the veins.
Archer's angry roars and hot fire raged in the background. The sound of others arriving was all around him but his kneeling figure in the middle of the ruined outlan
