The Legend of Yin and Yang

Ambushed

Night instinctively drew her sword, a Night's Edge like Wither's. She lunged at the face, only to be hit by something she couldn't see, knocking her into the wall.
Wither knew he had to act quickly. He noticed a small counter above him, with a Greater Healing Potion on it. He painfully reached up as far as he could.
The face started spitting out flaming pieces of wood, which Night dodged with ease. One of the pieces hit Wither's arm, pinning it to the wall and causing extreme pain.
Using whatever strength the had left, he reached towards the bottle with his other arm, to no avail.
Then he remembered that he could just pull it to him with his Web Slinger.
There was fire all over the floor from the face's last attack, which kept Night from using her excellent mobility to her advantage.
After snatching the potion, Wither quickly drank it, feeling a burst of energy. He went to stand up, remembering the wood piece in his arm.
He pulled it out of his arm, and threw it at the face, which did nothing.
Wither pulled out his own Night's Edge, and started slashing at the face. It almost felt like he was trying to cut a thick tree with his sword.
The wooden spikes flew out again, only they were focused on Wither this time. He evaded the shots, then managed to throw a stick of dynamite into the mouth of the face, causing it to explode, killing it.
He fell to his knees, tired out. He never wanted to have that happen to him ever again.
Night ran up to him, giving him a hug as soon as she reached him.
Wither hugged her right back. "You'll always be safe..."
Night retreated, and went over to check on Zale, who somehow managed to sleep through the entire thing.
"How is he not awake," she whispered.
Her whispering woke Zale right up, but he immediately fell back to sleep.

Wither lay in his bed, eyes closed. He wasn't exactly asleep, but wasn't awake, either. He was mostly wondering how he managed to get the dynamite in its mouth.
He felt a hand on his chest, but he didn't feel like opening his eyes. Besides, he already had an idea of who it was.
An arm looped around the back of his neck, resting it on the elbow.
Wither looked to see who it was. He saw night there, with one hand on his chest, and one around his neck.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Wither..." Night didn't respond much. Instead, she leaned closer, and kissed him.
Wither had never been so scrambled in his entire life. He was a mess of emotions - happiness, nervousness...
But, even though he had no idea why she was doing this, he kissed her right back.