Drakkal’s expression hardened. “Can’t feel my arm. How bad did he get me?” “The good news is that your arm looks fine,” Arcanthus said from behind Samantha. “It just happens to be separated from your body.” Samantha turned her head to look at Arcanthus with disbelieving eyes. “Arc!” The azhera’s nostrils flared with a heavy exhalation, and he opened his eyes again; they were clearer, this time, more alert and determined. “Still three limbs ahead of you, sedhi.”