And then there was pain. She’d fallen onto the tip of Jaidon’s sword. She attempted to minimize her injury by bending her knees and jerking backward, but it was no good. Jaidon thrust the weapon violently into her flesh, burrowing it deep in her chest beneath her left collarbone.
The condensed air-threads that had gathered around her wrists and legs vanished as quickly as they’d come. Keriya sank to her knees, impaled on her enemy’s blade. Hot liquid bubbled in her lung as she struggled to draw breath. She coughed and blood came up, coating her throat and dribbling down her chin. A red stain bloomed around the entry wound, soaking the front of her robes.
With another burst of agony, the metal was yanked free of her flesh. She would have cried out, but there was no breath in her to do so.
