The last skirmish had brought them to the edge. Janice had taken no crippling wounds; she would be fine shortly. Already the gashes were closing. Seemingly invulnerable as his namesake, Ghost was untouched, too, but Kham and Parker were both wounded. When Tsung had been staggered by a magical blast that seemed to come out of nowhere, Janice had barely been able to deflect the swirling energies and dissipate the mana before the ravening energy would have consumed the mage. As it was, Tsung’s flesh was purpling from subcutaneous bruises and her nose and ears were bleeding. She wouldn’t be in any shape to resist another attack.