"When I give you a signal, make a cut on your palm and hold it to the ground." Morwenna says in a strained voice. I shake the bars of the cage in a futile effort to get to her and to help. To do anything, really. She is tired and hurt after such a long battle. Morwenna slices her own palm and places it on the dirt below her. "Sa ovim darom prelazim na drugi."
I don't have enough time to ask her any of the million questions that are ringing through my head, because just as Morwenna finishes speaking, Fenrys' magic blasts through the ward. Morwenna separates her circular blade into two pieces, and throws one after the other towards Fenrys. At the same time, Briar appears and swings a chain around the demon bitch's throat that sought to sneak up on Morwenna and sink a blade into her back.
