It seemed, in this moment, that her every sense was heightened; that she could see and hear and feel everything.
The sounds of fighting receded as Anala's troops beat back the attackers. With a shudder of her body Anala seemed to wake, then, and look around her, at the once-white room now painted a grisly red. She said nothing as she took in the c*****e -- patients dead in their beds, soldiers dead in a circle of bodies around the admiral's feet, healers lifeless on the floor, and -- finally her eyes rested on Aro, his eyes still staring at the ceiling.
Her sword fell from her fingers and bounced on the stone floor, flying up to rest on a still-warm corpse. She took a few steps forward, her boots digging into the bodies of those she'd sent to Tyvian with squishes and squelches. At Aro's
