"Miss Penelope," Northy shouted towards the wagon. "We're going to have to use this for defence. Can you keep yerself safe with some of that purple fire?"
"I can try," came Penelope's crisp response. "You do what you need to do, Vice-Commander Northy. You do not need to worry about me."
In short order, Northy could see the woman beginning to concentrate on her carriage, as she drew purple fire up into her hand, and began to spread it towards the walls. Vagrin sat watching her, clutching his sword, his face pale as he forced himself to keep conscious despite the state of his injuries.
"It's all falling apart," Ironbane declared to Vol, hounding him with another relentless set of strikes. Vol blocked them crispy, but that didn't matter for much, not when Grange was riding behind him, and his sword was already beginning its arc.
CLANG!
