The wyrm writhes across the plain and
a snake as tall as a person joins it, abruptly, and cuts a sudden swath through the line, their voices abruptly cutting out and
Sulthar twists aside, dodging it
only for the wyrm's tail to catch her, flinging her over and into Eithel Sirion's walls, hard.
she hears-feels bones crack and snap and
falls the few feet to the ground and gasps for breath.
she gets her sword into its sheath, somehow, and tries to get to her feet -- her bow is gone, she couldn't draw it anyway not with her arm broken --
too late she sees the wyrm's head turning
and then the whole area is on fire, with her and everyone else too slow to escape still in it
she can't move, can barely respond
she manages love you. kill it. and then
when the mirror-faced snake catches up to her, she is unconscious.