"Release my friend, or I will tear you away from him and burn your horns to ash!"
Ashlynn's threat echoed across the mountainside, drawing all eyes, not only from the forces who had been fighting on the walls, but from those at the head of Nyrielle's army as well. Now that the blizzard had cleared, Zedya moved quickly, leaving orders for Lennart to martial the remainder of their forces while she raced to Ignatious's side.
"Ignatious, you," Zedya started in a whisper when she arrived at the fallen Inquisitor's side. "What happened to you? And to little Heila?" she asked, hovering nervously near the slumbering witch cradled in Ignatious's arms.
"I failed in my first attempt with the Holy Flame Blade," he said simply, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Ashlynn who held the flaming sword like a lance, pointed directly at the young Frost Walker lord. "Heila healed me and… And she allowed me to feed on her," he said softly, hugging the sleeping witch tightly to his chest.
