Watching Betty disappear around the bend, Icehart stood trembling with fury.
His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white and then with a sharp grunt, he drove the blade into the rocky ground beside him.
Clang!
The steel sparked against stone, but he barely noticed it. His chest heaved as he took several deep, deliberate breaths, trying to smother the fire in his veins.
Finally, he knelt beside the fallen messenger.
"Tch… stupid mortals," he muttered under his breath as he stared straight at the fallen man.
The man was still sweating, his eyes unfocused, body twitching slightly from the aftershock of Betty's soul search technique.
Icehart frowned, not from sympathy, but from the sheer inconvenience. The man was supposed to carry orders, not collapse like a broken puppet.
Another delay. Another liability..
