Swift Cloud felt the cold chill of fear creep into the hot core of her rage. Nyxator would be with her, but where was he when the Kaiwere slaughtered?<br/><br/>No! She yelled mentally. There was no more room for doubt. Her kin were dead, and she would at least acquit herself well before joining them. Instinct guided her hand; she let loose one shot into the flock of crows before dropping her bow and darting backwards, reaching for her spear.