Kayla ran, tossing fireballs behind her as she did. Some caught, others whizzed just past the faces on the enraged Brethren. There was a gnawing fear in her stomach, and it made her moves erratic and clumsy. So clumsy, in fact, that she didn't see the dangling sharpened rock as she turned her head. The stalactite sliced the top of her head, easily creating a four inch gash on her scalp. She let out a loud, pained scream, and the blood quickly obscured her vision.
The Brethren descended on her like a pack on animals did on wounded prey. And that's exactly what she was as they grabbed at her, trying to calm her kicking legs, their faces bewildered at her enraged screams. I can't fight them all/ She concluded. But I can sure take as many out as I can. She summoned a fireball and shoved it into the chest of one Brethren, a blood-curdling scream escaping from his lips as he stumbled back. That left her right arm free.
Her weight quickly shifted, and she caught herself with her newly freed arm, balancing herself. Her strength wavered, however, after a moment of trying to kick her way free. She felt dizzy all of a sudden, then pressure on her cheek, then pain. Someone had hit her.
Her eyes glowed menacingly in the light of the conjured flames now resting and waiting in both of her hands.
Someone was going to pay for that.
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