Nala reached behind her back and with a yelp of pain pulled the needle from her spine. She immediately bent to help her brother. "Talon," she said shakily, "Talon, Brother! Wake up!" Groggily his eyes fluttered open, he looked at his sister ands smiled, and then abruptly passed out again.

Nala stood up and took stock of all the soldiers and priests around her. The black witch had leapt away in a flurry of carnage, her sharp needles still glittering in the blood speckled sunlight like a macabre morning dew. [i]How could one witch do all this?[/i] Nala asked herself, [i]God, one witch! No wonder filling the ranks of the Inquisition is so important.[/i] Servants of the Inquisition to hunt the black hearted and cruel, and knights to clean up the mess. [i]Some knight,[/i] she thought looking at her fell brother, [i]some knight indeed.[/i] She let out a sigh and slung her brother's limp arm over her shoulder and helped him to his feet. He responded like a bag of meat, but he did respond, and they were able to walk/limp to the direction of the healers.