Sorin pressed a kiss to Koray's temple, held him tightly until his own trembling eased, then reluctantly handed him off to another paladin. "Take him to safety, get the other wounded out."
"Yes, High Paladin," the paladin, said and took Koray off without another word.
Retrieving the sword he'd dropped when he'd seen Koray fall, Sorin turned back to the slaughter of the white demons. He roared as two of them came at him, throwing the force of the Goddess into every slash and thrust, losing himself to the violet haze of battle.
How long the fighting lasted Sorin did not know, but it was dark by the time everything finally stopped. He wiped sweat and blood from his face, but realized his clothes were so filthy he'd only made it worse.
"What in the name of the Goddess happened here?" he demanded. He swept a thorough gaze over the nightmare that filled the hall: the tables, the blood and bodies that had been there before the battleand the cages. "Get those people out of the cages!"