Noctisardor Bypass [r] fevered

Time came to a grinding halt, at least for Laurel, as she watched the scene unfold in horror. Merrick's face lighting up when he saw Indra; the venomous words pouring from his mouth. All Laurel could do through it all was stand and stare and pray for another saviour, like the day that Vespers had saved her from Iliksis.

But you're all alone now, sweetheart. No one is going to rip his throat the way she did mine. No one is here, because you chased them all away, let them all die.

The frightened, out of breath expression in Indra's eyes. He's going to kill her, and it's all because you were too cowardly to stop it.

NO! Laurel screamed suddenly while Merrick started to drag Indra off; half to him, half to Iliksis.

She bounded after them with a sudden speed. Laurel wasn't sure what was happening to her. She felt out of control of her own body, red before her eyes, and with surprising speed she impacted onto Merrick, aiming for his face, aiming to cause pain, aiming to do whatever it took for him to let go of Indra.

If he would take away her reasons to live, she would go down in flames with him.