Blood dripped from the side of his head. From the look of things, he was being physically abused, violently so.
It felt like the two of them were trying to kill him before he could kill himself. He held a sword in one hand and a ball of flames in the other.
They were not faring much better. Their hair was disheveled, and Sylvia had a deep cut across her shoulder.
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