Devastation washed over Andre as he helplessly watched Islinda fall to her death and he couldn't do anything. He was too late, unable to save her. His feet were stuck to the ground and he looked frozen for a moment until Andre's attention was drawn to the assassin who had attacked Islinda.
Leaning over the balustrade where she had thrown Islinda, the assassin clutched her side. Andre felt a mix of pride for Islinda's brave action, yet a painful constriction in his chest from grief. He refused to admit it but the rational part of him knew that Islinda was gone. And it was because of her!
Filled with anguish and a desire for vengeance, Andre launched himself at the assassin. She retaliated by casting a spell, but Andre, being an experienced fighter, skillfully evaded it. Determined to capture the assassin, he refused to let her escape.
