The spell's name lit within my mouth. A whisper heard by those near and far from me, a signal to the death they would face.
"SHIT!" One yelled, their hand was armed with sword and board. A tower shield he - and others - cowered behind. I sneered.
Their death was as foretold as the drip of snow down from my hair unto the ground. A moment of silence reigned before they fought back twice as fiercely. One seemed to slip away.
My chin lifted just enough to signal Celeste. As if she had read my mind she nodded her own, a golden blur of motion whose very purpose led her to the escaped. My gaze lingered on her for but a moment.
In the interim I let myself be coerced back towards the dead and waiting. Flesh had flayed to the side, blood and guts crawled over frozen and warmed structures. They seemed to be heading towards some unknown location.
A healer? Maybe.
I raised my hand once more only to duck under the bang of a bullet buzzing beside my ear.
