A savage growl tore from Lilleven’s throat, and teeth bared, she lunged toward the girl. “You ugly witch!” Zevander shot out his palm for the Aeryz glyph, and the impact knocked her backward, into the street. Shouts and screams drew his attention toward a carriage barreling toward her. “Lilleven! Watch out!” her brother screamed. The squelch of squished meat and crushed bone was a harrowing echo beneath the screams of townsfolk. The rogue carriage, with its two massive horses, trampled the girl.
