[b]Frenzied Flame ~ ThroneWorld~[/b]

I snarl as I kick in her grasp.  I do not panic. Panic kills. I recall the sword. Mistletoe. It zings into my hand and I feel my body right itself. I'm healed, perhaps too much. I'll need to draw blood again. Hers will do. 

"For the glory of the ancestors and Haust!" I scream at her. I cleave through the arm holding me and drop to the floor with it.  I lick my lips which are coated in her blood. I want to gorge on it.  Instead I sheath the sword to my back, and slash into my arm with my elongated claws, freeing the blood there. As it runs freely, it builds a swirling barricade around my body. I boil the blood in the air, and start throwing boiling balls of blood. 

[b]Blaze ~ Shadowhold battlegrounds~[/b]

As much as I hate to admit it,  Gaul is right. My sister is a Highblood, the Elite soldier of the Honorbloods. She had to prove herself to earn it. But I'm consumed with the need to rescue her, save her from this. I'm not a praying type but I pray now,[i] On the ancestors, please bring my sister back to me[/i]. I don't know what's happening and I can't just sit back when my sister is fighting for her life. 

I dig around in my messenger bag until I find my tablet. I switch on the tracking, and twist the screen this way and that trying to lock onto her signal. " Stupid otherworldly interference. " It'll work and I'll be able to watch her fight if I can boost the signal. 

"Gaul I need your arm." I take his arm and raise it out to his side. "Keep it like that. You-" I start snapping at Raven, "-take 3 steps to the left and 1 step back. Shadow, bend your knees. " 

I position myself next to Gaul and my sister's image pops on screen. I'm thankful to be pretty and smart. " Nobody move. "