"Enough!" Daniel stepped in, looking pale and shaken. "We lost good men. Don't turn this into a brawl, Oliver."
"Your friend is a coward," Isolde said, flicking monster blood off her rapier. She looked at William with pure contempt. "A Hero who fears a scratch more than he fears the death of his comrades. Pathetic."
"Shut up, witch!" Jason barked, though his voice lacked its usual fire. He looked at the blood on the wall and looked sick.
Amy walked over to the spot where the knight had died. She touched the wall, her hand trembling.
She turned to William. Her eyes were dry, but the fire in them was gone, replaced by a cold, dead realization.
"You really haven't changed, have you?" she whispered.
William looked at her, his heart twisting. "Amy, I—"
"Don't speak to me," she cut him off. She turned her back on him and walked to Oliver.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, reaching for Oliver's hand to check for injuries.
