On three, Shana ran forward, and Cassie ran too, teeth clenched tight, hands clenched tighter on the grip of her Blade. Her eyes were locked on the Voidbringers, then flickered tensely down to the glowing weapon in her palms -
And she tripped over her feet, knees skidding into the lawn and limbs tangling together. The Shardblade came down and sliced the tips of her fingers; she sucked in Stormlight almost before her skin shaded gray, the cold Light like knives in her lungs, and the skin blushed back to tan. She jumped back up, seeing Shana turning a man to ashes, hearing Nym swear the Immortal Words, and feeling her heart jump in her chest.
A bubble of Light surrounded the last Voidbringer, and agonized cries tore out of it, one long intermixing roar of pain until it all suddenly stopped and the Voidbringer was senseless on the ground. Cassie put one hand on the side of the house, steadying herself. That was a Lightweaver’s trick - Jace’s?
As talk began about taking the Voidbringer capture and holding them to question, Cassie closed her eyes, forced thoughts of shame from her head. All it had taken was one look at Joy and she’d lost all orientation. I’ll get over this, she vowed to herself. I have to. She listened to the conversation, not speaking.