"Redd. Protect me," the master snapped. The command dragged a hook across Redd's nerves. He pivoted and covered the man with his body even as iron bit again. The collar flared white and dimmed and his breath hitched.
More arms fell. Men who had never once thought about dying sober died without waking. A woman rolled toward warmth in her dream and did not feel the shadow spear that slid through her back. Incense scented the blood and made it taste sweet and wrong. Mercy came to the room disguised as numbness.
Bodies littered the ground as one after the other fell. The prince and Tull were stressing over the unfortunate situation, their eyes peeled for any incoming attack, but since they stuck to the walls, for some unknown reasons the arms never came their way.
The warning the young man named Reddos gave them had worked and they made use of it to stay out of harm's way.
