Chapter 67: Bond, Part 3
"Leave two of us here on the battlefield in case there is something amiss we've not yet noticed. The rest return to camp, where we are most likely to be needed."
"I'll stay," Dalibor declared. "Lass?, remain with me." The two Princes stepped forward out of line and plunged straight into the fight as the Paladins came thundering up and past.
Raffé withdrew, the other Princes around and behind him, and headed back toward camp
And screamed as the world burst with holy blue light.
Something hot-scalding-searing wrapped around his throat and limbs, lifting him off his feet. He tried to scream again, feeling blood pouring out wherever the hot things touched his skin, burning through fabric and armor as though they were paper. He could not draw breath, could not do anything but endure the smell of blood and burning flesh, the screams and sobs of pain that surrounded him. "Wh?"