Känn, her hands trembling, pressed with all her strength against the gaping wound in Lorie's stomach. The blood flowed in torrents, slipping through her fingers like sand. Her face was livid, her lips barely parted to whisper words of encouragement, but he could see the truth.
She wasn't going to make it.
- 'Fucking hell, hold on!' he hissed through his teeth, panic knotting his stomach. 'You're not going to die now, do you hear me?'
She half opened her eyes.
Her breathing was shallow, shaky.
- 'Känn...' Her voice was just a whisper. 'I think... I'm going to-'
- 'Shut up!' he barked. 'You're not going to die, do you hear me?'
- Shut your mouth, Kähn, even if you're half dead you won't tell me to shut up.
He channelled his meagre magical strength once more, pushing it through the gaping wound to slow the bleeding, but the warmth of his power clashed with something.
The magic of the General of Hell.