"THERE'S A GAP BETWEEN THE FOURTH AND FIFTH VERTEBRAE! THE PLATES DON'T OVERLAP THERE!"
Raw from the cold, her voice still carried every word as clearly as an order on a battlefield.
Revan heard her in midair.
Exhausted as he was, his mind took the information and ran with it faster than his broken body could follow. How she knew didn't matter right now. At the front of the train, the second scythe was already coming down toward Dain's chest.
Twisting in the air, he forced one more burst of Aura through his legs and corrected his fall. He landed hard on the creature's back. Under his boots, the ridges of bone were slick with that ozone-smelling fluid, so he slid until the toes caught and held.
Inches from his feet, the three Crimson Tears pulsed. Heat rose through his soles like a stove.
The creature felt him immediately. Slowly, its skull-shaped head began to turn backward.
