Sera's arrow hit Ragnar's chest and the burst of compressed celestial light scorched the fused plate in a shallow ring before the surface sealed itself shut, and the dwarf king walked through the fading radiance without breaking stride.
He wasn't looking at her. That single eye, bright with a hatred too precise for sheer madness, found Quinlan and stayed there.
"Your own women will be the witnesses of your death, Villain."
Aelindra circled wide to the left with her twin blades low, her gaze sweeping past Quinlan to the blonde elf in the backline, because she had already decided who she intended to kill first.
Ragnar charged and Quinlan answered with everything he had.
Wind hurled him clear of the first fist that cratered the ridge, and in the same motion ice erupted between them in a wall that Ragnar smashed through without slowing, shards spraying across the slope.
