Forest of Blood: Chapter 3
Crying out in anguish, Jedrik slumped back to the ground, his sword clattering beside him. His pain wracked body convulsing violently. The dagger dripped with a sickly green ichor, not the crimson of the knight's blood.
As he regained his feet, Cromar looked in horror at his comrade. "You witch! What have you done to him…!"
Looking at the younger knight, she smiled slightly. "I've... enlightened him. Oh - don't worry. He'll be fine in a moment. Would you care to join him?"