He wasn't expecting it, and it struck him. His eyes widened and he pulled it out, seeing he wouldn't win this. He stopped, pressing his hand over the wound. Suddenly he disappeared, using his draining magic to turn invisible and escape with the wings.
(Yoop!) Sam had managed to jump onto the horse, the cart of wings on the back. He made his escape, approaching the meadow with shuddering breaths.
As he approached, he would see two figures arguing. When he got closer, Eden looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sam! What were you thinking?!"
He said nothing, stopping horse. He stumbled when he got off, but stood again. He hid the wound with cloak, but kept his eyes down. "I got them. All of them."
Eden's eyes were wide and she rested her hands on his arms. He would be able to feel that she was shaking. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Briar nodded and a stream of bronze Enryli streamed from his hands as he gathered up the wings. Eden looked worried, her brows furrowed. "You shouldn't have gone in there alone. I told you that you should have let me come with."
He sat down, pulling his hand from his cloak to inspect. It was coated red with blood and he went silent.
Her eyes widened and she paled. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Briar! He's hurt!" Briar came around, his brows pulled tightly in a frown. "What? Where?" "Sam, lie down, okay?" Eden instructed gently.
"You will," she agreed, putting her hand behind his head and forcing him to lay down. "Come on. Let's see the wound."
