Crono's Story by Traum

Chapter 31 Karnai

History was not something a simple warrior like myself often wrote or even witnessed, it was more like something that we studied in order to not repeat the mistakes hidden within it. But even as I stood there, looking out onto the battlefield that lay in front of me, I knew deep in my heart that I'd just seen a piece of history the likes of which the Earth could not forget.

I was instantly caught in a whirlwind tornado of mixed emotions and thoughts almost the second Crono had beaten Yush in their violent clash of ki beams. My natural fighters instinct told me to fly down to Yush, and finish the Caprian once and for all, while my more predominant pacifistic thought-engines nearly commanded me to swoop down to the fallen warrior who had just saved my life, and quite possibly the lives of trillions of other's. It seemed that everyone else was also torn between the two choices, as no one even moved for almost a minute, we all stood there in a sort of stunned and confused silence. My mind turned to mush as I tried to rationalize which of the options was the correct one, when, of all people, Nikita took a step forward from her place on the top of the boulder just a few feet beneath me. All of our eyes instantly whipped straight towards the blonde-haired human, our vision seemingly cemented onto her form. I watched with profound interest as Nikita slowly took a few more hesitant steps towards the scarred and worn battleground. With one small hop and an explosion of ki, Nikita shot across the ground and was soon kneeling next to Crono's unconscious and shirtless body.

Almost as soon as she began to aid the injured hybrant warrior, Arsenia snapped out of his trance-like state, and he too quickly flew down next to Nikita. I shook my head vigorously to draw myself into awareness, took in a quick breath of air, squatted for a split second, and then with a strong push from my legs, propelled myself into the air, directly at the small gathering around Crono.

I landed a few feet away from the fallen red-haired fighter, and to the sight of Nikita gently rolling him onto his back. When she'd finally wrestled his limp carcass into a straight position on the ground, both Arsenia and Nikita began looking over his body for any telltale signs of serious injury. As I bent down near his head to perform a small check to see if he had a concussion, I picked up the sounds of the others flying over from behind the destroyed boulder. One by one the remaining four fighters touched down behind Nikita and I. I brought my hands up to Crono's temples, and slowly drained a portion of the man's ki from his head. It was extremely dangerous to take another person's ki and intermingle it with your own, it was almost like taking an infusion of type A blood if you're a type O. However, since Crono was using hardly any of his full power at the moment, I deemed it a required risk to take. The small piece of ki energy rushed through my system, and as soon as I knew it had spread its course throughout my body, I performed a test on my own ki to see if the small extract I'd taken from Crono had any of the signs of a concussion, or any other serious injury. Luckily, my test came up negative, and I made a mental note to myself to purge all of my energy from my body as soon as I could; having someone else's ki running around in your body for an extended period of time could be very hazardous.

"You find anything?" Gideon asked me suddenly. I hadn't been expecting the question, so it took me a moment or two to figure out just exactly he was talking about.

"Uh, no, not really." I stammered in reply.

"Good." Gideon half-whispered in answer.

I stood up from the ground, and studied as Nikita tore a few strips of loose clothing off of her gi and wrap them around Crono's open cuts, which were still bleeding at that point. I sensed a feeling of worry and apprehension from Nikita, like she was tormenting over a loved-one. It seemed kind of odd to me that she would be so concerned about Crono, but as it turned out, it was just the start of their relationship.

All of us that were standing soon formed a small ring around Crono, Nikita, and Arsenia. The two humans worked feverishly on the floored fighter, while the remainder of us watched intently. Their medical aid was makeshift, barely helpful, but it was an effort none the less. As I regarded the action beneath me, a thought suddenly sprang in my head. I realized I could call on Kami to fly down to our position and heal Crono at light speed. I nudged Yukia, who was to my left, and said, "I'm going to call Kami down here to help heal Crono."