"I don't," Gavotte said with embarrassment. He was blushing bashfully, even though he wore a smile. "I actually have no idea how to throw knives. It would at least make the person flinch though, even if I missed."
He followed Jen upstairs, and even he had problems seeing through the shadows. "Where do I go?" he whispered, although he was facing in the wrong direction. He didn't know which room Jen had disappeared into.
"Please don't let anyone get hurt," Rowan said softly. He could recognize Erin's features up close. The light coming from him was clear and bold. Everyone's glow was a little different, and it was beautiful, but right now he was terrified. He could barely detect any light coming from Gwen. He could see through walls, but this was different. She seemed to sap the light out of the room into a horrifying, looming shadow of darkness. Rowan could feel the intense fear and other emotions tormenting her, and he was barely remaining standing on his feet.
"Where... where should I go? Something is upstairs. I can feel it... something's attacking, and..."
He put his hand on top of Erin's to steady himself. A horrible lightheadedness had overcome him. "I'm sorry," he said and had to take a moment to just breathe.
He didn't see Guinevere coming until it was too late. Something slashed open Cilan's throat, and he collapsed to the ground. All Rowan could see was an intense, pure light engulfing his body before his golden glow disappeared completely. If he had been able to see normally, he would've been blinded by the light, but he would eventually have realized there wasn't a body left behind. Rowan could only see the smallest flickers of Guinevere's light, so he couldn't pinpoint her location at all. He simply stayed beside Erin since he was done for if he ran.
Something struck him hard in the chest, and he fell to the floor. "I'm sorry," he said softly as she shouted in a voice that wasn't her own. "I'm sorry..."
Now it was clear this was an unevenly matched fight. With all the strength, speed, and endurance, Timpani still couldn't fight whatever this thing was in its own element. Judging by the unnatural appendage pinning her, this seemed to be some kind of unholy abomination of a demon. If this place wanted to survive fighting this intruder, they would need a particular kind of light to dispel this darkness. Timpani knew exactly what was needed here.
The light of the phoenix's revival.
"Cilan!" she shouted out, hoping somebody else would realize it too.
She lashed out with another kick, although she know she would miss. Something impaled her deep in the sternum and she knew this fight was lost. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't breathe-
"Timpani?!" Cilan exclaimed.
"You got my message." Timpani breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wait, what message?"
"You needed to die. This unholy demon needs some life energy to ward her off," Timpani said with exasperation. "She's covering the entire upstairs with shadow. You've got to die. That light ought to fix things."
"I just died," Cilan groaned. "But fine. I'm getting out of here before my sister finds me."