I dropped my scythe. My legs refused to move as I froze in place, staring at the spot where one of my friends' name used to be.
My vision blurred. My hands shook and I fell on my knees. "No…" I whispered. "No," I raised my head to look at the mage, the crossbowman and the swordsman. They had turned their attention to me by now.
I felt as if I was watching them in slow motion as they very slowly ran towards me. They… they had killed someone. They killed her! They killed her!
They killed her!
Before I even noticed, I was at the crossbowman's throat. My hands wrapped around his neck as he desperately struggled to break free. I hissed through my gritted teeth.
"Why did you kill her? Why?" I shouted; my eyes let out a purple glow as I squeezed herder. A sword came down on my arm, but it bounced off the pale scales appearing where it would have hit.
