Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Flung free from Glaukos with terrific force, Anselm skidded backwards, leaving long scores of freshly upturned soil in the earth. 

His breath had been cleared right out of him; struggling to breathe, he rallied for a third assault, only to hear Etienne’s voice ring sharp through the din before he collapsed to the earth.

In his momentary pause Heda had slid between him and the freshly cleared distance from Glaukos. Anselm’s body heaved with sharp gasps, the full total of pain now burning along the edges of his senses. His throat rattled as he tried to see around the surprisingly rounded sides of Heda (so soon? he briefly wondered before that thought was torn away by the crumpled body of Etienne). Druid’s scream might as well happened in another galaxy at this point. Etienne! Vhat IS THIS? He spun, briefly meeting Heda’s gaze in bewilderment.  His hackles raised and head lowered as he prepared to turn tooth to Glaukos again. Heda! This man — look vhat he has done to Etienne! 

Anselm himself was near hysteric now.  Pain threatened to blur his cognizance, but his adrenaline and his alarm for his packmate’s wounded state left a thin line of desperation in him, just enough to steel his shaking limbs and sharpen his instincts.