Elenwen sheathed her sword, limping over to the rest of the group, her hip hurt but it wasn't going to kill her. She looked down at Mikey's dead body, feeling sorry for him, she'd known him for what... twenty years now? Well minus her own little adventures so about fifteen but that was still a long time. "Maybe if I wasn't to stuborn to use a gun I could have shot the guy first." she whispered, she knew everyone had their time and his must be over... but far to soon, she dreaded Cara's reaction, knowing it would be a hundred times worse than anyone elses.