Sir Tommin barely noticed the moment that Jalal and Kurtz stormed into the plaza to attack the Templars who had been providing him with support during the battle.
He was locked in a contest of strength and will with the Crimson Knight, the haft of her darksteel axe pressed firmly against the crossguard of his holy light blade, and their helms pressed together, visor to visor, as he stared into her crimson eyes through the narrow slits in his helm.
"What has Owain done to my family?" Tommin asked as the blade in his hand began to flicker and pulse with the fear and anxiety that clawed at his heart. "Tell me, demon!"
"Where do ye think he found tha Nightweaver Venom ta poison yer family with?" Sybyll taunted as she dug her heels into the ground, pressing forward against Sir Tommin hard enough to force him to take half a step back as she exploited the single greatest gap in the armor around his heart.
