Lexine was sure Quira was done for. She screamed out, "Quira!" and moved crawled forward, cradling her bleeding wrist in her chest.
The blonde werewolf moved fast and positioned herself between the fallen sylph and the woman. The woman let out an inhuman screech as she raised her sharp nails to slash at the werewolf. Sheea raised her large saber and slashed down. The woman sidestepped, avoiding the weapon that would have slashed her in half.
This made her attention drift from Quira to Sheea. Lexine dragged her body to where Quira lay. Her lips were pale and she was breathing heavily. On feeling her forehead, she realized that Quira was ice cold. She shrugged off her jacket and threw it over Quira before dragging her to the side.
