It's a blood bath.
In the Southeast corner of the Courtyard, most are still on their feet. They jab knives and throw bloodied knuckles, flying over others who try to drag themselves away while some remain motionless, drowning in a pool of their own blood. Reid soars into the violent mob, a long rod gripped in his right hand. He leads a host of thirteen behind him, already swinging as his two friends from the other night keep to his back. The rest follow as they immerse themselves into the riot with fresh, feral energy.
It's not letting up. If anything, it's gotten worse with Reid's entrance. A terrifying knot in my stomach uncoils. He's in the pit of it. I can't see him. He's lost inside the tight center, hidden behind flying fists and weapons.
"Rox!" Blondie points to the South Wall, just off the edge of the fight. I follow his signal, finding Raj a ways back.
My heart clenches.