When he looks to his right he sees two people lying face down in the street. Without his goggles he finds it hard to make out who they are. He takes a few steps towards the bodies. When he hears the rubble shift he spins around so fast he nearly loses his balance. Desh staggers back as the mound erupts and Zalminis walks out from underneath the rubble. He too is cut, bruised, and bloody. Almost immediately after walking out, he collapses to the ground, Zevkel still in his left hand. He tries to catch his breath but every inhale is like fire and every exhale is nails. He spits out more blood before looking up and grimacing at Desh. Zalminis, with a grunt and groan, stabs his halberd into the pavement and leans on it to stand. Putting most of his pressure against the weapon, his right arm hangs limply at his side. Lacerations run up and down his arm and his palm is split open down to the bone. Most of his right side is singed and bloody. With all of this damage his wings are only a few inches of black energy. His gaze, however, is