She dodged left a fraction too late and the light sliced through her arm, cauterizing as it went. Tucking the smoldering stump close to her chest, she rolled under the low stone table. Above her the light continued it’s burning arc across the room, setting the gaudy decorating aflame.
Ha, that’ll teach Feln not to listen to me, Bits reveled smugly in the temple’s destruction of her cousin’s precious draperies. Told him it was a sun god and not an air god, but would he listen? Feh. The room lit with one last flash of light, then went dark.
The attack had taken out the decorative sconces and Bits was forced to fumble for her hippack with her remaining hand. The pain hadn’t settled in yet, but the first dull throbs started as she searched for the light ball. She finally found the marble-size orb in one of the side pockets and she bounced it against the table to turn it on.
The magical light only illuminated a small radius, but it was enough for Bits to find the healer’s pouch she’d bartered for. A salve to numb the pain, a wrap charmed against infection, it would have to be enough for now. The temple had been purified; it wouldn’t be long now until the Avatar assembled from his tomb under the Eye. It had taken her years to learn how to activate the temple, there was no way she was leaving now.