From Chapter 37
If Dayel was to live, or at least to make it out of the fight without a wound, she knew she needed to focus her energy and quickly. It was just how she'd practiced it with Akond and Drayton. She sucked in the energy as if it were a breath and propelled it directly into Herrick's chest. She did it with so much force that he flew across the night with a scream that could've probably been heard at the highest peak of the Breeze Mountains.
The moment Herrick landed with a thud, the lanky Togwa ran toward her with a strange battle scream that resembled something like a rooster crowing. Dayel pulled her sword and then realized it looked like a toothpick against his weapon. She chanced a glance at Raedon and Nafre who were battling Mr. and Mrs. Vonay respectively. This was a hell of a match-up. Nafre got the small elf woman while Dayel was stuck with the crowing giant.
Dayel ducked the first few blows and knocked his legs out from under him. She spun around over him and knocked his weapon out of reach. But apparently he didn't need a weapon. His palms, after all, were bigger than her face. He grasped her around the neck with one hand and began to squeeze. Just because she couldn't die like this didn't mean she wouldn't pass out. She sliced
his arm open and he dropped her.
She sat on his chest, her sword aimed at his throat. She was barely aware that Raedon and Nafre had won their own battles. The Vonay's lay dead with blood pooling around them. She'd felt the life leave their bodies and she shook with repulsion.
"Surrender," Dayel told the Togwa. "Please don't make me kill you."
Kitch said nothing but he didn't have to. His aura left no surprises as to his intentions. Before he could stab her in the back with a
dagger he'd pulled from his vest, Dayel pierced his heart with her sword.
She knew it was too late to save the elf couple but she still had time to heal Kitch. She threw his dagger away and placed her hand on his chest. She saw the bleeding tear of seeping red in his aura and desperately tried to flood it with her white energy. The dark intentions of his heart ripped her sense of well-being apart but she continued to try anyway.
"Dayel, what are you doing?" Raedon asked.
"Be quiet! I need to focus!"
But the more she tried to heal the wound, the more she tried to force her energy into his, the more the bright red seeped through. After a few moments, his aura disappeared and she was left with a residual sickness that had almost sapped her entire energy reserve. She sobbed. She couldn't help it. It was as if all her emotions just came tumbling out at one time.
"He was trying to kill you. You had no choice," Raedon said.
"There's always a choice."
"This one's still alive. Barely," Nafre said. He was standing over Herrick who hadn't moved since she'd blasted him with her blue ball of energy.
Dayel ran to him with Raedon close on her heels. When she started to lay her hand on his chest, Raedon grabbed her arm. "What are you doing?"
"I'm saving him."
"If I have a chance to save him, I'm going to."
"But he's a traitor. He murdered all those people!"
"And that makes it okay for me to just let him die? No, I won't do it."
"She's right. Let him stand before the king and pay his due," Nafre said.