burning strips of pain along her left arm. She gasped and clutched it as the pain grew. his bicep was almost cut in half. it must have been a cutting spell that did it. She accessed the store and started dumping copious amounts of energy across their connection. this too hurt. she couldn’t handle it, but she poured more and more, feeling her body shudder under the pain.
She felt a cold hand against her skin, and then Sasha’s mind joined hers. she was still weak, but determined. She altered their connection with Legon and the pain vanished in an instant. Sasha forced the connection with Sara and then accessed the store and directed Legon’s healing wards, targeting the bicep and healing it in a moment. Moreover, Sara felt seething anger emanating from Sasha at her lapse in composure. Sara had never really thought about how Sasha felt about her episodes, but anger made sense; anger she understood.
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Legon felt Sasha’s mind firmly reconnect with his and with it came an instantaneous stream of energy from the store. His arm knitted together instantly; the Iumenta looked worried, as he should be. Legon shot forward, swinging with the fenrra, changing his style every few blows. Soon the Iumenta was receiving small injuries, unable to use magic effectively under the constant assault. Legon saw fear in his yellow eyes, saw the Iumenta tasting mortality for the first time in his pitiful existence, saw the pain that it caused. He did not enjoy cruelty, so he decided to put this poor animal out of its misery.
He feinted to his left, and in his fear and fatigue the Iumenta took the bait. Legon crouched and brought the sword up, hitting the Iumenta square in the leg. most of the Iumenta’s weight was on that leg and he crashed down, clutching at the gushing stump. He was screaming in pain. Legon walked to stand over him. the terrified eyes locked on him and the scarlet fenrra he held in his hand. The Iumenta seemed begging for life in Elfish. Legon wasn’t sure; he didn’t know much of the language yet, but the look on the Iumenta’s face was unmistakable. The man wanted something from him. That was obvious. Legon pulled the blade back, ready to thrust it into the thing lying on the ground, and the Iumenta closed his eyes serenely.
Legon stopped. This man wanted to die. he wanted the pain to stop. he didn’t want the humiliation of having to go home disfigured, and most of all he didn’t want the shame of being spared by an Elf. Legon was going to kill him anyway. it was fine that he wanted it, really, but then he remembered the co-op and Sara and the boy that Barnin had told him about.
“Tell the queen hi for me,” Legon said coldly. “Curatias Crurim!” he barked, holding out his palm.
A bolt of lavender shot from his hand to the Iumenta’s stump, stopping the bleeding and cauterizing the wound. Then he kicked him in the head, knocking him out, and gave the order to leave him for his own medics.
Two massive thuds shook him as something hit the ground. He turned to see Iselin fighting the gray dragon. she was covered in cuts and bite marks. It only took him a second to realize that the gray dragon was far more powerful than Iselin. she was going to lose. He left his guard, sprinting toward the two dragons thrashing on the ground. Iselin’s front leg was torn up bad and so was her shoulder. she was bleeding a lot, even for a dragon. To his horror, two Iumenta appeared behind her. One jumped onto Iselin’s back. The Iumenta steadied itself, aiming his fenrra at an open place in her armor. Legon wasn’t going to make it.
He reached deep into the store, sending magic to his legs and shooting himself forward. He jumped, bringing the fenrra up above his head. the Iumenta turned and faced Legon, the look of triumph melting off his face as the fenrra made contact with his lower hip. the blade slid through him like butter, cutting his abdomen and ribcage and catching just a bit as it went through his shoulder blade. Legon landed on the other side of Iselin, winded from the loss of energy. she had no idea he was there. the other Iumenta was coming down at him, blade raised. he couldn’t stop it.
A flash of yellow struck the Iumenta,