[SE] Ignore all the burdens that you keep

Maea

Waking from the dream
Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in

Down in a silver arc the sword fell, graceful despite its deadly intent. If it had been the Oakblade, god-touched and heavier than sin then Liam really might have succeeded in severing the fyrhunds head from its shoulders. But it was a very ordinary sword, and the rock-hide of the voidforged beast was tough, reducing the damage to a gash in the thick neck. Leaping aside with a pained yelp, a look of surprised betrayal quickly turned to menace as the fyrhund rounded on Liam and charged, angry now instead of merely hungry.

Maea wanted to keep helping him, but now the rest of the pack was catching up and between one moment and the next she had her hands full just with keeping them away. Barking, snarling bodies jumped for her legs only to dart away as she slashed her smoldering chakram at them; cursing herself for leaving the glaive behind, cursing the animals for their fireproof nature that forced her to choose between the double edged sword that was Bloodbane, and other, less used and ineffective abilities. There wasn't time to heal herself, and thus the countdown towards lethality had already begun.

The end is what you fear
The scent of embers lingers in the air