"My Queen!" Bilorial shouts out, face straining with the effort as blood oozes from his shattered shoulder.
"Stay down!" Eris yells back, scythe already at her side as she runs toward Vexena, "This fight isn't yours."
"Be careful!" Xenara calls out, still clutching the stumps of her severed legs.
"Kick her butt!" Virelle yells in support, bouncing beside Veena's leg. "Punch her face in!"
Eris pools her strength into her legs, magic swirling around her boots in crackling black threads, and leaps into the air to help her Queen, her boots leaving a small crater in the earth where they kick off, scythe already crimson-black at the edges, every ounce of remaining strength poured into a single desperate arc toward the fight overhead, teeth gritted so hard her jaw aches.
She barely gets within fifty yards of the action.
