Some vacation this has turned out to be...
Summerwind seemed to come to a decision. “If you’re not going to help us or get out of the way, then you might as well die with him.” He jerked his chin in Snowfire’s direction.
“Please,” Snowfire said. “You don’t understand!” Barlo was starting to get very tired of that phrase. “Nunalynia is not well...”
“And whose fault is that?” Summerwind demanded. He shook his head. “Enough of this. You won’t be bothering her anymore.”
Both he and Featherdance lunged forward. Iarion held them back once more, but barely. Both men seemed to have worked themselves up into a frenzy, with little regard for their own defense.
Barlo scrambled to enter the fray from behind, the pain of his groin forgotten. He was reluctant to actually maim anyone—especially sinc
