I had to give her an opening to land her attack. The herbs had numbed the throbbing in my neck to a minor annoyance. Sex I stumbled on the ground, my toes and fingers digging through the loamy soil. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aingeal
Blood filled my mouth. The inky night surged at me. I swung my dagger, gripped in my left hand, hard, knocking it from the air. limited what they could create. I frowned as my claws reached for her throat again. The world shaking… Her blood no long pumped out of her, staining my hand. I ignored where it went, focused on the gloom in the trees and… How to make poisons. darkness…”
My muse spoke. Rivulets of frothy bubbles poured down her cheeks. My stomach rebelled. I hit the ground. A shadow moved up there. Her legs kicked and shuddered. The surface rippled and ran towards the extending attack lunging right at Ealaín. The figure used shadowmancing, drawing on negative space to create illusions in the opposite way Kora did. They knew me. Had too many attacks. Keythivak had injured him. Foam bubbled on her lips. My back muscles flexed and… The world shrunk around me as I swelled. The sight of the darkness had arrested me.
