'Nice try, knife ears.' Tezka's whisper.
The dimensional distortion bent the space so that no matter what direction Ra'ntar mind link went, it would always converge on the Suneater.
"Make me repeat myself once more and I'll pull your guts through your mouth." Lith grabbed the Chronicler by the neck and threw him against the wall while healing Ra'ntar's wounds with light magic.
The fractures healed, the bruises disappeared, and the concussion was reabsorbed, but it came at a price. Lith's spell drew the nutrients from the elf's body, draining his vitality and making him hungry as if he hadn't eaten for two days instead of one.
"Verhen?" As his vision cleared up, the Chronicler checked his equipment with a short pulse of Invigoration.
The good news was that everything was still in its place. The bad news was that his brittle Darwen armor offered little protection in close combat.
