Zash was screaming. Dessi was screaming.
Coraline was pretty sure that she, herself, was screaming-- all while trying to quickly deactivate a defensive Formation designed with every single failsafe taught in the Sapphire Tower's curriculum.
There just wasn't enough time, though.
The barrier stayed on.
The 'thnk' of the crossbow went off.
"NO!!!"
Zash slammed her arms against the weakened ⌈Bombardment Shell⌋. The mana-strike shook the magic bubble violently, portions of it flashing with hard light.
Coraline felt sick as she stared helplessly through the glossy magical wall.
The Sergeant's enchanted bolt had lodged into Tycon's skull.
It was eerie to look at, as only the point went in, so nine-tenths of the shaft stuck out.
But... Tycon didn't fall over. He stood perfectly still, his head just slightly tilted to the side.
The Sergeant lowered his crossbow, then slowly began to back away.
