"You utter, fucking dick!" Malzkael shrieked at the stone door that had just been slammed in Ferro's face. She didn't say it, but she couldn't help but think What the fuck would the gods want us to have to do with that kind of demon asshole?
Her nerves were frayed from the hike. From the battle just days ago.
Ferro looked at Anko, who was having trouble breathing. "We need to stabilize her... start getting her to concentrate on her magic."
The girl had at least a broken arm - cracked at least, along with her ribs. She'd spent a lot of her mana trying to heal faster as they'd kept moving to get as far from the slavers they'd encountered as possible.
