Rhychard stared in awe as Renny lifted Aradhon from the floor as if the dark elf was a little girl's doll. The gnomes leaped from her shoulders, each running after either Pux or Fitz, waving their arms and screaming something Rhychard couldn't make out. The way she seemed right then, he wasn't sure if she would kill Aradhon or not. “Renny?" He took a step toward her, his arms at his side, gripping the Guardian Sword tightly. “Renny, are you okay?" He took a couple of more steps toward her, Renny his only focus at the moment.
Aradhon clawed at his throat as if there were actual hands strangling him and his feet kicked back and forth, no longer touching the ground. Everyone just stood around, watching. Famallumi dropped his illusion of a flaming forest, and Trace stood, staring, dumbfounded
