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in my body as violent, vibrating energy rips through me with an intensity

that makes it feel like he’s cleaving ligament from bone, muscle from
tendon.

I scream as I’m shaken by an internal force I don’t understand, as though

he’s forcing his own power into my body, shocking me with a thousand
stings of vibrating energy.

Now. If I don’t do it now, he’ll kill me. My vision is already darkening at

the edges.
I reach a trembling hand into the pocket of my leathers and thumb open

the stopper on the vial.

His sadistic grin and a red rim around his eyes are all I can see as he
forces more and more power into my body, but his hands are occupied and

he’s too obsessed with his victory to hear that I’ve stopped screaming, to
see that I’m moving.

“He’s using his powers!” Ridoc roars, and from the corner of my

decreasing vision, I see movement on both sides.
I shove the vial against Jack’s smile so hard, I feel one of his teeth break.

Hands reach for us both, and I hear Ridoc and Emetterio cry out, jerking
their hands away after contact. Whatever Jack is doing is transferring from

me to them by touch.

My teeth rattle as the pain consumes me, my body fighting to pass out, to
escape the unbearable torture, but I refuse to succumb to the darkness until

Jack wheezes.

His eyes fly impossibly wide, and he drops his hands, clutching his own
neck as his airway closes.

My knees give way, my body still shuddering as I hit the mat, but so does

Jack, heaving and clawing at his neck as his face turns purple.
Ridoc’s face is in mine within seconds. “Breathe, Sorrengail. Just

breathe.”
“What the hell is wrong with him?” someone asks as Jack writhes.