From One to Another

His shove had done its job, and a bit well, in his opinion. She was out. Slade only smiled. A reaction devoid of emotion.
He had no sympathy for her. She had earned her unconsciousness.

Slade could see her lying there, and found the sight beautiful. The blood, the solemn silence of their surroundings, the early grave.
However, when in sudden death, could she fight back?

"Awaken yourself, girl. You still breathe, and the breath of life has not left you, yet."

Slade discerned the difference between life and death, an death was more familiar to him, especially considering how he was from a land full of it. And now residing in another land stocked with the same, if not more of the destined release.
The dark king was perfectly content with staying there until she had come back to consciousness.
She was merely unconscious.
Or so he thought.