“No!” Trace screamed, spinning away from the dark elf who charged him to block Halafarin from reaching Giselle. The elf’s sword came down, swinging toward the aswang’s neck, but Trace shoved her out of the way as he ducked under the swing. Turning, he kicked out at the elf, catching Halafarin in the back of the leg, sending him tumbling forward as Trace hit the concrete floor, the air rushing from his lungs. He wasn’t sure what shocked him more; that he did it or that the move worked.
Another elf entered the room followed by Kree as a jingle of bells sounded, and a small girl floated in the air, slashing a dagger at the nearest gargoyle. Giselle ignored them all as she turned back to the victims draped over the obsidian boulders, opening her mouth and stabbing at the next body, this time a woman of middle years and a frail structure.