“Together,” she then heard a voice say, approaching from behind.
She spared but a glance back to take in the wizard Hadrian, and then they both released their pulsating energy balls in a direct line at their enemy.
Tarachan’s shield did not protect her this time, not under their combined powers. With a scream, she flew backward, flailing.
“Again!” Caley demanded, as she and Hadrian stepped together toward their target. Releasing again, Caley suddenly felt a searing pain explode in her wrist and she gave a startled yell even as her shield rose instinctively about her.
She took only a moment to note the arrow now pierced clean through her right wrist, its shaft protruding from both sides, before looking back to Tarachan. The woman lay upon the ground, panting. In addition to her injured hip, she now had numerous wounds seared into her torso, all gushing blood. She stared up at them as Caley and Hadrian paused next to her.
“I would like to finish this, if you do not mind,” Hadrian said, looking down.
Caley presumed he thought now of the comrades he’d lost in Xion, where he and Latyn had proved the only survivors of the clash they’d had with six of Kauric’s sorceresses, including Tarachan. Or maybe he too had seen what remained of his Brother Artuso.
“As you please,” Caley managed, wincing at the pain in her wrist. The amount of blood now pouring from the wound was concerning, and her entire limb throbbed.
The wizard stared down at Tarachan as he released his final strike, watching her die as his power exploded against her heart. Then he blinked and looked up, noticing Caley’s injury for the first time.
“You must see to this immediately,” he said, taking her arm and inspecting the damage. “You could bleed to death from a wound like this.”