She thrashed around in the red liquid, desperately trying to right herself, choking whilst coughing up blood.
‘Ani, are you OK?’ asked Jibreel, ‘Please be OK!’
‘Jibreel wait!’ said Nathanar. ‘Give them some space.’
Doubled over, she coughed and spluttered, clearing the blood from her throat. She wiped her eyes and saw the others standing close by.
‘Xenia!’ she said, still trying to regain her composure.
‘I am fine. Just a little banged up.’
‘What happened?’
‘It is my fault--’ said Jibreel.
‘No, it is not!’ Danika interjected, ‘The handle broke.’
‘But I was soaked from the blood, it could have sli--’
‘It is not your fault, Jibreel.’ said Nathanar.
‘But we have lost two of the canisters.’ replied the dejected knight.
‘We have the other one.’ said Danika, holding the third cani
