Jerking awake, Marisol met Lorenzo’s fearful eyes. He looked confused at the completely healed Marisol who blinked tears out of her eyes, “¿Estás bien, Marisol? (*Are you okay?)” Marisol slowly nodded as she got herself together, “Yeah…just a little…well happy if that sounds weird.”
Lorenzo shook his head as he pointed to his dying father, “Nope, sounds perfectly accurate. You’re just in time for the finale.” Standing up on numb feet, Marisol slowly felt her power coming back, the banner hanging up falling. Seeing the sigil scorched on there, Marisol wanted to kick his ass for being a cheater.
“Ah, so he was siphoning my power. No wonder he kept bouncing back from my attacks.” She grumbled put out she hadn’t noticed. But Lorenzo nudged her playfully, “And you still kicked his butt.
