The one Ilapara kicked is awakening. She points her typhon at him when he tries to pick up his spear. “Don’t.” He freezes, his eyes widening at her use of Sirezi. Burns weep all over his face and arms. She might have felt sorry for him had she not just seen him try to murder another of his own. “Just go,” she says. “And remember we did our best not to kill you. Come back again and we won’t be so merciful.”
