Kalda helped Kaisen to his feet. "Why did you come?" asked Kaisen.
"I've spent far too long keeping you alive to let you die now," Kalda replied. "Since I joined you, I've been with you no matter what the danger. Why don't you believe that I can take care of myself."
"Because you can't," growled Agaben. "Not this time. Not against me." He pulled out a Zamorak Staff. "Beware the flames."
The grass around him caught fire. Three fireballs emerged from the staff and began to revolve around him. Each one was powerful, and Kaisen was sure that all three would probably be deadly.
"Now, you are mine." Agaben blasted all three Flames of Zamorak at the pair. Kaisen turned to Kalda.
He looked into her eyes. She was ashen and beaten, and she was covered in dried blood. Yet she was beautiful, and he wouldn't let her die.
"Kalda, I know that this doesn't seem like a good time, but I want you to have this. Just something to remember me by." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the magnificent diamond ring and slipped it onto her finger.
The first fireball struck them. Kaisen felt his wounds explode with agony. Kalda screamed as her body was scorched by the intense heat. Kaisen couldn't watch her be in so much pain.
The second fireball struck, and Kaisen roared in pain. Kalda gave one last scream, and then the ring disintegrated. Kalda vanished, and Kaisen knew she would feel no more pain.
The third fireball struck, and Kaisen met it head on. He drove through the fire and smoke, pushing himself over to Saren. As he stumbled across the singed grass, every muscle in his legs screamed out for him to stop, to fall and be consumed in his death. But he would not. Not until Sanfew's gift was given.
Kaisen fell beside Saren. He reached weakly into his pocket, pulling out a vial of green liquid. "Saren," he whispered. "Kill him."
As he poured the potion on Saren, Saren's wounds were healed. He rose, ready for round two.
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