The bleeding, one armed scout lay unconscious on the floor, and Belladonna knelt beside him.
Lord Aris remained perfectly still, his mind already planning to send a letter to the capital, asking for reinforcements.
High Priest Remus, on the other hand, was hyperventilating, muttering prayers to the Goddess of Light, his fat fingers fumbling with his rosary beads.
Leo meanwhile did not pray, did not care about reinforcements, or the supply lines.
He simply felt the Draconic Bloodline within his veins flare up. His territory had been trespassed upon, and his men were being slaughtered.
"Aris," Leo said, his voice dropping to a low, "You stay here. Lock down the city. Raise the magical barriers if you can. No one gets in or out without your will."
"And you, my Lord?" Aris asked, though the slight, grim smile playing on the Royal Inspector's lips suggested he already knew the answer.
