The last echoes of her shout ring in the sudden silence. The possibility that they could all be dead doesn't even enter Kyralina's mind - it was not consistent with the principles of great works of drama, so it wasn't an option here either. That did leave one question though...
"wha-?"
Oh, very good, Kyralina, how eloquent.
"Hello? Anyone here? What happened? Where am I?"
She remembers the sword swing towards Olnaris and quickly checks herself for wounds or injuries, forgetting that she was holding a dagger and almost stabbing herself in the process.
I... I...
Larin doesn't really much understand what's going on. She taps to try to find her longsword, and shakes her head around trying to understand where they are.
I don't know what happened, Kyralina. - she finally recomposes, still confused and trying to assess the situation - How do you feel?
She looks around again, extending her hand to help whoever needs to stand up.
Olnaris looks at his chest, and save for the barest of scratches where the sword nearly hit him, he's fine.
"What the..."