Accidental Surrogate for Alpha
I crouch defensively, my roar of attack turning into one of pain as I turn my back to the fire but feel it curling at my clothes, my skin, the back of my neck – a deep and searing touch that’s gone after an instant as the wave passes me.
Then, cringing at the sound of my men behind me likewise taking the brunt of the flame, I turn back to the priest and stand again, coming back to Roger’s side.
“I’ll do it again,” the priest says, his teeth gritted as he glares at us. “I will burn you until your charred skeletons are all that are left –“
“You won’t,” I snap, taking another step towards him. “Or else you’d have done it by now.”