Snipers 3

Mira's scream tore through the forest, raw and jagged, like something ripped straight from her soul. The pain wasn't just in her face—it was everywhere. Her skin burned as dark veins crawled up her cheeks, her neck, her arms, like poison racing through her. 

Blood leaked from her eyes, her nose, her ears, dripping hot and steady onto the dirt. She clawed at her face, nails digging in, but it didn't stop the fire inside her. It was like her bones were cracking apart, her muscles twisting into knots, every nerve screaming at once.

Jon lunged forward, staff sparking with energy, but Vell didn't even look at him. With a flick of his wrist, that steel blade-hand shot out, slamming him back into a tree. The impact cracked the bark, and he crumpled, gasping, blood trickling from his mouth. He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't move right.

"Stay down," Vell said, calm as ever, his eyes locked on Mira. "She's first."