Chapter Ten
“Ow!” Iluna pulled back, shielding her head with her arms. “It’s hailing.”
“I hadn’t noticed.” Smiling, I stood and offered her a hand, which she graciously took and rose in the rain, the pelting ice around her accentuating her beauty.
“Flee!” Billy called out, but not frantic. “Let’s get out of here, man!” He ran my way across the battlefield, reminding me of the muck and mire of All Quiet on the Western Front—soldiers in the mud, brothers in arms. A literary fantasy increased when he reached us and put his hand on my shoulder, breathing heavy.
“We gotta split,” he panted, and I could tell from his stoic face that he felt the No Man’s Land act. “It’s not safe here.”
I looked over at the others. Cassiopeia stood behind Leigh, shielding her with her magic aura from the hail
