"Probably," Lumin chukled, noticing Uru'en hadn't even heard him.
She was already moving, her hand snapping to the massive bone axe slung across her back. Her earlier shock had burned away, replaced by a cold, lethal clarity.
She took a step toward the fray.
"We should evacuate them first." Lumin's intentionally loud voice stopped her in her tracks.
She glanced back at the flickering dome protecting Goran and the wounded, then toward the main entrance where the crash of steel and roar of combat was growing louder.
She gritted her teeth, the conflict between duty and instinct warring on her face for a single heartbeat.
"Let's do it quickly," she growled, making her choice.
"Good choice," Lumin muttered as he sprinted to the nearest cot, hauling a groaning hunter over his shoulder.
Uru'en ducked inside the barrier, her strength making light work of three injured tribesmen, lifting them like children.
