"NO!"
Gadfly leapt in front of her to throw off the piece of wood. Serenica couldn't believe his reflexes.
He took the sharp end of the piece into his chest even though he tried his best to shield his vital organs. He diverted it from hitting her directly, but he still fell down on her and the impact of an adult male along with the weight of the wood knocked the air out of her.
She realized she had blood all over her. Only some of it was hers.
She touched the back of her head, warm and wet. She crawled on her feet. She saw the boatswain impaled by a sharp wooden spike.
"No, no, no, Gadfly, no."
She wasn't consciously moving her lips, so she couldn't tell where her voice was coming from. The wound was too much for her. She couldn't heal it. She had to focus on the ones she could save.
"You're a good girl, Serenica," the dying boatswain croaked, pronouncing her name perfectly.
