Pov Samara:
I was floating without interfering in the fighting. Everyone was fighting: Lolth against one of the Templars of Hatred using two swords, Sarazar fighting the other using a large sword and shield, Urd fighting the Shadow of Rancor.
Meanwhile, the Avatar of Hatred was fighting the Lady of Hatred, who was still half-awakened.
I could see the fury burning in the Avatar of Hatred as he tore Orion's body in half and finally realized my master wasn't there.
The others were all prepared to hold him back as long as possible. The Master's Familiars are brave for daring to face a being far stronger than themselves.
It wouldn't be long before Hatred incarnated into his Avatar; there was no point in holding back with my master taking the lead.
"Why did you come looking for me?" (me)
"I need your help!" (Davoth)
"..." (me)
