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Greaves had mounted a major attack, but his arent as well as hundreds of death va force

Only the appearance of Warrior Medichi and his breh, Parisa, as they took on their finest cos, had ended the battle For whatever ht an end to the fighting, as though the presence of this preternatural power forbade violence

She hadn’t been there, but Jean-Pierre had He’d described it as a soft wind so full of peace that every sword had fallen from the hand metaphorically So many lives had been saved because of Antony and Parisa, which hy Endelle had sent them on their ah Adned with her

The as a mess and now here she was, another kind of phenomenon, the purpose of which she still didn’t really understand Endelle had seeood was obsidian flame in this situation? How could she possibly keep h she was reluctant to admit it, she couldn’t Whatever obsidian flas She didn’t have the kind of power that could stop violence, put an end to a battle, halt a war

So what could she do?

Seriffe sat back in his chair He looked wounded as he dragged a few breaths into his lungs Finally, he rose froathered hi his shoulders, setting his chin, the warrior that he was

"You would leave this job if you could," Jean-Pierre said

Fiona shot a glance to him as Seriffe said, "I’ll confess that was exactly what I was thinking, but how could you tell?"

Jean-Pierre shook his head "I auess"

"Yes, but I haven’t felt this way before today For soe If his death has affectedthrough the ranks Sometimes there is a last straw

"Shit, I hope to hell this isn’t it We’ve had a lot of transfers since the Grand Canyon battle and I don’t blame any of them How the hell areh?"

Fiona knew Seriffe spoke, but her attention was fixed on Jean-Pierre His state on with hi or perhaps had changed, as though a neer had come online

She had asked him recently if he experienced empathy as one of his powers He had denied it, but now she wasn’t so sure Maybe he didn’t even knoas going on with hiaze was fixed on Seriffe, the way Alison would fix her gaze, as though looking into the soul This , but what?

"I would help you, Seriffe, if it were inyour warriors Some are so very close to Warrior of the Blood status: Gideon, Duncan, others And the need in our ranks is terrible as well Greaves has been successful at turning vaht, every night"

Seriffe shook his head "Soe Jesus"

Fiona stood up "I wish I could help"

Both aze now beca over hers, al power is meant to help"

But she shook her head "That’s just it I don’t think it can help in this way, not with the Militia Warriors" She looked away from him and as Seriffe had done, she shook her head "I just don’t knohat good it will do the war effort, to be obsidian flame"

"Fiona, you have helped," Seriffe said "So veryall the blood slave facilities, even with this guy" He jerked his thumb in Jean-Pierre’s direction "You saved his ass in Copán Two"

She knew all that, but it wasn’t good enough "Still, with this neer, I just wish there was more I could do"

"We all feel that way"

Jean-Pierre said, "If we continue to work your powers, perhaps you will learn more of the application, the purpose for obsidian fla the powers of others"

She shrugged "Maybe, and of course I’ll keep trying Of course"

Endelle was kicking herself for taking Braulio’s advice

Braulio Long-lived lucky bastard

What the hell had she been thinking to negotiate a deal with Owen fucking Stannett?