Trying to keep up a wall of fire, holding the body of a girl, and being pulled in one direction was difficult. Add on the fact that at least two of her ribs her broken, more cracked, and the fact that her arm was mutilated by a sword made this much more difficult. Eithne was tired. She was getting weary of moving, her steps slowed, but Sleeping Tiger just pulled harder. Another fireball fell from the sky and struck the corner of the chateau too close to them. It sent debris flying in their direction. Ones larger than Eithne thought her wall could hold back. The wood that hit it slammed there, burning, turning to ash that drifted past them harmlessly. The glass, however, was pelting through it gaining the heat, and striking Eithne across the back even as she ran with Sleeping Tiger.
"I can't." Her voice was barely a hiss. She spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground, and then it came. The biggest hit of them all, shattering more of the chateau, this time it seemed to explode, though she only could hear it. Her face was turned away. The debris was too large and struck her right through the wall of flame. She fell against Sleeping Tiger, and then both of them fell. The debris kept falling, but with both of them huddled beneath the corner of the large piece which struck her they were as safe as they could be. The fires closest to them went out, with her urging, but her vision was blurring. She could only roughly breath and clutch the body in her arms.
"I can't do anymore." She whispered. The ground felt hot against her side, while her arm was growing colder and colder. That cold was spreading across her chest. She knew what that meant, or thought she did. Her thoughts were raw, but far away. She'd heard them shouting, so had Talon. And he'd run away. Because they had been hurting him. He may have been able to kill the both of them, but he could not have taken on Eragos after their fight. Nor could he have fought Vera. Or Bahn. If that's even who was there. She suspected it would be, at least Eragos and Vera. They could not ignore this fight. But they'd missed it. She was somewhat grateful for that. But how they'd.. did it matter what they'd do to them in the end?
The better question was, would she live to hear it?
"Can you lift any of this?" Eithne asked quietly. She had to close her eyes. Smoke, pain, and weariness kept them closed. The pain was immensely hard to ignore, and she could not stop her eyes from watering.