The walls around Mirstone were low, even with Amias making a barrier. The mud elemental smashed the head of yet another corpse, only to get his hand beaten off by a different one.
Leo was managing better than him. The wind elemental could disintegrate the corpses. He was in the thick of it, not being able to fight near Amias.
For even Amias would fall to this deadly poison, he knew.
The mud elemental looked at Gog, who was trying to hack off the legs of a corpse. The creature was twice as tall as the goblin.
And yet, Gog's hatched hacked and hacked.
They needed a miracle, but knew they wouldn't get one.
Amias thought a treacherous thought. He thought about grabbing Gog and running. Sure that Lin would not bother to give chase for just one gnome.
Leo could cover them; they could go someplace warm. Just the two of them…
