Prophecy of Jessa

Part 17: Desperation

Rinn's insides went cold, colder than anything Ishar's magics could produce.

Jessa!

His body wouldn't work - the effects of the witch queen's spell had left his legs feeling like sacks of dead meat and his arms numb nearly to the point of useless as he tried to retrieve guard's crude blade. He was in not shape to fight, and yet...

And yet, through pure force of will, he forced himself to his unsteady feet, sword clutched in his pain-numbed hand.

For my family... For Jessa...

He had to stand.

And with a primal roar and every last ounce of strength and will and spirit he could summon, knowing full well he this may be his last act, he did the only thing left and hurled the weapon at Ishar...