she hissed sharply.
Alassane came to her rescue and kicked it sharply in the side. Its frail bones scattered, and the remains flew away from them. The grip on her leg didn’t loosen however.
She looked down to see the hand still attached to her leg. Only the hand.
She bent down and tore at the fingers that literally had her in a death grip. The fingers were embedded in her flesh and they tore the skin open when she ripped them away.
Disgusted, she threw the dead hand away from her. Blood was running down her leg, but she didn’t have time to worry about that.
For every one that had fallen, several more had risen. They were going to be overrun soon if they didn’t do something.
She took a deep breath and let energy flow down her arm. She could only pray it was going to work.
‘Let it flow freely.’ Cadeyrn’s voice sounded in her mind. ’Let it be part of you.’