Silent Light wasn't the only one wondering about that same thing. And someone would eventually have to take care of it if they wanted to get rid of this siege.
But that was an issue for when they had a second to breathe at all. Right now, they couldn't afford to loosen up.
On the western part of the Bastion, outside the walls, the landscape had changed in the last few minutes, with craters now everywhere. Standing in the middle of one of those craters, a dwarf, towering over a battered woman with translucent wings.
Blue Peacock was on her back, her torso completely caved in, air becoming more and more difficult to take in. Standing over her, a huge two-handed mace in hand, Gulnur, with almost no health left.
He was out of breath, and his health was still steadily falling, now dangerously close to emptying out. Blue Peacock was one attack short of dying, too, but she was grinning.
