14 for soltha 8)
You asked for this. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ —14. “No one was supposed to get hurt!”
Her hands shook as she tried to stop the bleeding on the young half-elf’s shoulder. He wouldn’t stop bleeding. His green eyes squeezed shut and he shuddered. Her heart squeezed.
A shout from above her caught her attention and she looked up to see a spray of blood gush from more of her companions. The human and dwarf fell, crimson painted the ground. She had to reach them too. The human was still breathing, she could tell, but the dwarf…
She couldn’t tell from this distance. Her eyes widened.
A growl rushed by her. A black form pounced at the enemy, white teeth bared.
“Shayra! No!” She screamed, her small voice falling on deaf ears. The panther, too, fell and changed back into another angry half-elf. Blonde hair became an ugly brown with blood. Her ragged breathing almost sounded like another growl.
They just wanted their friend back. Their girl.
They had a plan. A good plan.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. No one was supposed to be hurt.
