“You’ve lost," he declared, though the note of victory in his voice was undercut by a hint of concern as he took in her injury and peered at his General.
Elene looked up at him through a haze of pain and nodded. “You’ve won," she admitted with a raspy breath that belied the calm she attempted to portray. “Good fight.”
Amir hesitated, the fireball dissipating from his hand. “Not really," he grunted, “fighting you without your powers is fun but hardly a serious victory.”
"Give me a hand,” Elene requested softly, extending her own towards him. Cautiously, he took it, pulling her up.
Just for a second there Elene felt a strange tingling in her palm and something inside her snapped. Just why didn’t she think of that before?
Amir was about to retract his hand, but she tightened her grip and
