Sweat dripped down the face of the man holding him, and his tattooed arms shook, like it was taking all his power to keep Vade controlled.
Balor yanked her pants down until they were around her ankles. Orelia rocked her body back and forth as best she could, managing to get a knee free, and hitting him hard in the groin with it.
He coughed a few times but recovered quickly and backhanded her again.
Her ears rang and stars flashed in her vision. Orelia was vaguely aware her legs were being spread by multiple hands as the trees around her spun and Balor settled in between her thighs.
“I’ll teach ya not to do that again, you bitch!” He untied his pants and slid them past his hips, cock springing free. “Cut her breastband. I want to look at those big tits as I fuck her bloody.”
A flash of a knife hovering over her pulled Orelia back to reality. Balor grabbed her underwear and yanked them to the side.
“Stop it!” she cried out, moving as much as she could manage but the strength in her muscles was dying.
“Vade!” Her eyes flew to the fae whose face was contorted into pure rage, his body straining against bindings made of his own power. “Vade! Help me!”
The rest of the fae gathered around Vade, weapons surrounding his neck to force him to stop moving. His face bunched and his eyes watered, reflecting anguish in the moonlight.
“Shut her up,” Balor said as he lined his cock up at her entrance.
Orelia screamed again, but no words came out. Her mouth opened and closed in silent movements. Her voice had been taken from her.
The man behind her grabbed a shoulder strap of her breastband and brought his knife to the fabric.
She broke out into a full-body, mute sob. Orelia cried up at sky, waiting, hoping it wouldn’t be as painful as she knew it would be. She focused on a cluster of stars and tried to force her mind to go somewhere peaceful. Somewhere pleasant that smelled of plumroses and sunshine where something like this didn’t happen.
Something whizzed over her head.
There was a loud crunch to her left, and she looked to see an axe stuck out of the other Myrker’s skull. Blood dripped into the eyes that had rolled back in his head, and when he fell face first, his shadows released.
Vade launched himself at Balor.
He tackled him off her, and the two rolled across the ground as the night erupted into chaos.
Elshar yelled like a wild man as he rushed out from the trees. The beams of light coming from his hands swallowed two of the fae instantly as Elshar ran straight for them.
They dropped to the ground, screaming in agony.
Elshar yanked his axe out of the Myrker’s skull, then sliced it across one of the men’s stomachs in one powerful swoop.
Intestines and organs fell from the man’s abdomen with a wet slop as he dropped to the ground.
Orelia scrambled away as the forest became a clash of fae using their powers against one another. She hid behind a tree and yanked up her pants, searching for Vade as beams of light lit up the forest.
Her eyes darted around until she found Vade and Balor battling, Lysa versus Myrker. Their powers ricocheted, inky darkness and bright lightning raging against one another. Vade ducked, then struck Balor with shadows wrapping around his neck.
A massive ball of bright yellow light shot into the sky, and the yelling grew louder.
Orelia caught a glimmer of a sword lying next to one of the dead fae whose face had been melted off by Elshar’s light. She ran, calling on the sword in the process. It flew into her hands, and she crouched behind a tree, waiting for the right moment.
Balor blinded Vade and shoved him into a tree.
A cloud of darkness engulfed the two of them, and a guttural scream pierced her ears. Balor fell out of the cloud on his back, his right arm twisted at the wrong angle.
He scrambled to find his footing as Vade emerged from the swirling mass of his power, clutching his ribs.
Balor stumbled, freeing his longsword. “Let’s finish this like men,” he said, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Vade’s shadows receded from around his arms as he freed his battle axe.
