Kintaru swore as she went unconscious. "It'll be better this way, anyhow." His hand darted in front of him, his fingers dancing, leaving fiery trails in the air in the form of letters. "Tikou, sulenu, SUMATKA!" he called out, and a jet of pure fire raced toward the Rester. The fire raced around the edges of the Rester, edging it with fire, fire that did not harm Aelmyr. It was balefire.
The Rester let out a hideous scream, and released Aelmyr, dropping her into the river. Kintaru dove for her, pulling her up out of the water. His free hand shot out, tracing more runes in the air. "Dranth, creonis, DENUMAU!" A wall of pure force slammed into the Rester, forcing it through the Sixth Gate. Kintaru hoisted Aelmyr onto his shoulder, and began running for the Fifth Gate, heading for the border between Death and Life.
***Minutes later, at the border***
Kintaru slowed to a stop, taking several deep breaths, trying to calm his breathing. Once he managed to do so, he felt for the border, ripped it open, and went black for several seconds.
When he came to, he was sprawled on the ground, Aelmyr across from him, out of it completely. He swore, jumped to his feet, and hurried to her side. He shook her gently. "Aelmyr. Come on, wake up...."