"MARA!" Grace screamed, watching in horror as the Primal demon raised its massive claws above the fallen healer.
Mara's blood pooled beneath her, soaking into the corrupted ground. Her mace lay in pieces beside her, and her normally perfect light brown hair was matted with black ichor and sweat. Despite this, her eyes remained defiant as she stared up at the demon.
[This can't be happening!]
Grace moved toward them, but she'd never make it in time. The Primal's arm began its downward arc—
"HEY UGLY!"
A rock sailed through the air and bounced off the Primal's head. The demon paused, turning toward the source of this new annoyance.
"OVER HERE, YOU... OVERSIZED NIGHTMARE!"
Another rock, bigger this time, hit the Primal's shoulder.
Grace's jaw dropped as she spotted two familiar figures at the edge of the clearing. Alia and Zephyr, both holding armfuls of stones, their pink wings fluttering rapidly.
"What the..." Diana mumbled beside her.
Alia hurled another rock.
