It happens too fast. I barely get the time to react.
Lucien... he moves.
I understand why he wastes no second. Because a few seconds is all he has before the poison spreads and renders him completely useless, powers gone, limbs weakened, until eventually, he blacks out. Such is the effect of ash and silver.
But I'd never seen him fight, never seen him move to kill like he meant it, and so it strikes me stupid.
That even with the poison flowing through his veins, he's killed six of them before they even realize he's in their midst. Torn to pieces. Bones snapped like twigs. Blood sprays the frost, turning white into scarlet. Fear locks me in place, my lips parting in horror and mild fascination as the screaming begins, bodies dropping like flies, parts coming apart limb from limb.
Seconds. Half one second, he falters, his
But he falters a step, his body seizing twice, and I abandon the cloak, screaming at him to look out. But I'm not fast enough, not loud enough.
