"Well, they've probably fallen a few stories..." Puck replied.

She just stares downwarss, trying to find them.

" We need to go find them! "

He shrugs. "Okay, then. Hold on." He grabs hold of Isiea's wrist and the three of them slide through the glass, similar to how Ash had, and are soon down below.

She starts looking for the others.

She looks around.

Ash stepped out from beneath the overhang and stood at the foot of the stairs, gazing up at them. His sword was sheathed, and in one hand, the Scepter of the Seasons pulsed with a clean blue light. He had what he came for; there was no reason for him to stick around any longer.

Once she saw Ash was alright she started looking for Ironhorse...s body.

She glances at the scepter. "So now what? I'm pretty sure your mom's still mad at you- you probably can't bring it back directly."

"I'm going back soon." His voice was calm but tired. "Ill be returning to Winter, but I thought I would pay my respects to the fallen before I go."


There was a pile of mangled iron in the shadows of the mezzanine.Ironhorse lay surrounded by dead bugs and the smoking remains of Virus.

For a split second, it seemed Grimalkin there, sitting at his head. But once they blinked, image was gone. Ironhorse lay on his side, heaving with great raspy breaths, the fires in his belly burning low. One of his legs was shattered, and huge chunks of his body had been ripped away. Pistons and gears were scattered around him like broken clockwork.