"JALAL!"
Sybyll's outraged cry at the sudden attack on Lord Jalal was so loud that the buildings shook, shedding sheets of snow that had piled up on their roofs and forcing many of those in the west gate plaza to cover their ears in pain.
The Crimson Knight moved faster than she'd ever moved before, even though she was far too late to stop the arrow from reaching Jalal, and when the blinding light of the attack finally faded, it revealed the kneeling figure of the vampire knight cradling the limp and bloodied body of the famed Cat Lord of Airgead Mountain.
Her armor smoked and smoldered where it had come in contact with the fading energies of Loman Lothian's attack, but Sybyll hardly noticed as she focused on the sound of the heartbeat in Jalal's chest, strong and rhythmic, like the beat of a drum but all too fast as it pumped hot red blood out of his body.
