Yavi laid on his side, arms still wrapped around Cherry. He hadn't noticed how tightly he had been holding onto his brother until he felt an ache in his elbows. He had been taught to react fast, especially when it came to things that could teleport, like Cherry. Training that had turned to instinct. To risk himself for his brother.
Cherry laid on the ground, shaking. His eyes shut tightly, he still couldn't grasp exactly what had just happened. He knew Yavi hadn't tried to endanger him, but also knew that his weapon had hit... something.
He didn't know what he would see if he opened his eyes. The sickle in the ground, or in Yavi. Still shaking, he slowly opened his eyes, and looked back. He saw Yavi, his face, buried in Cherry's back. Behind him, the sickle. Stabbed into the ground, nearly down to the handle.