“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”
Arya hissed in frustration, her friends were injured, and while she could keep fighting… they couldn’t. Syrian was trying to stabilize people while she defended their small group of five people from the other Khala before her.
“Because I still have something to fight for!” The words were snarled, feral as she lept back into the fray, swords flashing as she called on her reserves of strength. Syrian just had to get one person to their feet to go for help. To find Mordrain or any of the White Wolf clan Barbarians.
A poisoned blade bit into her, catching a tender side that was uncovered from her armor only briefly in the fight. Arya tasted copper for only a moment before a mix of blood and bile came up. Thankfully, she was able to resist the worst effects of the poison.
“Stop that!” More annoyed as healing light coated her hand, and pressed to he