Lion's body was hot, as if a great fever had invaded him; the energies within his body were uncontrolled, altering his pulse and vital signs. Leira was kneeling next to him, applying all the life magic every time she felt that one of the Spaniard's organs was damaged... she was repairing his body at the same time that he was trying to destroy himself...
Leira was sweating. "He'll be fine... he'll be fine..." From the wall, Elsine cast sidelong glances at Lion, while his bow did not stop shooting. Her arms hurt, her hands hurt, but she was not going to stop as long as there were enemies left.
On the battlefield, and despite the fact that enemy reinforcements were no longer arriving, the situation was getting worse by the moment. Although there had not yet been any casualties, the magical reserves of the majority of Rankers were beginning to be low.
