Above the ruined inn in Sarthal, Veshara flung her arms wide to break her dive toward Quinlan. Queen Zorvanna's killing intent pressed against her chest, making her next breath catch as the first rank of ice lances shot upward to meet her.
"Wait!"
She smashed the nearest spearhead with her fist. Two more burst against her crossed forearms, driving them back into her breastplate hard enough to wrench a grunt from her.
"Ghh...!"
The impact sent her tumbling past Quinlan. A sweep of her tail brought the city back beneath her feet, but his ice followed the turn, forcing her to knock another lance away before it reached her throat.
Its broken shaft spun toward the street. Quinlan dissolved it before it reached the rooftops, descending after her on his wind while his companions spread out around them.
"All right, all right! I'm stopping!"
