Tanist was making a huge mistake. Dragging her away from here, right now, would be exactly what anyone was expecting. Mage or not. Did they really just go? How many people had died to see this happen, for justice to be served? How many of them had? She thought of Raed and Martine and wanted to curse after Tanist. For being a coward when they all could have stood at fought. They fought for Thiele before. They'd fight again. The little girl was dead and that picture just wouldn't leave her mind.
She could care less about Frozen Pond.
And then the other voice came.
Eithne glared at the torches that were fading, as they were the only real sign that there was someone else there besides the disembodied voice. Her right hand gripped the falchion, while her left clenched at her side. She did not move, she waited, ready for the attack. Her mind was racing over the things the voice was saying. As if anything would let them leave here, they knew too much. But then, the girl had been alone in that room. Had they left her there? Left her alone, to die alone. Now she was even more angry then she'd been a moment before. Her knuckles were white and her teeth were grinding together.
She agreed wholeheartedly with Eragos and some other time she'd have to tell him a lot of things. She couldn't think about him right now. She had to think about murdering every single person that came for Thiele now. That came for them. That murdered that girl, and Raed, and Martine. For everyone who died, the dozens if not hundreds of bodies she'd already seen. Eithne could taste blood in her mouth from biting her own tongue, and then the light was gone and the first blow struck the falchion that she'd brought up and across her body to block.
The rest of it was a blind torrent of blows, some landed and some did not. She felt sore, and she was bleeding, but she didn't care what or from where. She couldn't see what she was attempting to hit with the damned sword, and she couldn't see what she was punching when the sword connected and her fist flew forward to greet whatever it was she hit. She tried to stay stationary, but found it impossible.
She didn't want to run into any of the others in the dark.
The whisper of boots was all she had to go by, so she did the only thing she could. She summoned the fireball in her hand and at that moment her face lit up, as did the space around her. And then she saw it, the flash of someone else's steel. Aim wasn't needed in so close quarters, she barely saw the light in their eyes before she threw the fireball. With the shriek she hit her mark and the man went up in flames and started to run around blindly trying to put the fire out.
It was enough light to go by for now.
Now that Eithne could see she could block better, her uniform began to collect blood, both her own, and of others. She didn't mind it at all. In fact, she was smiling.