Pressing Arabel to the floor, she repeatedly hit her hand gripping a dagger, a rough stone slab, until she cried out in pain and anger. The dagger fell from her blood-stained hands. Schein rose and with all his strength struck Arabel punched in the face. Arabel limp underneath. A few moments Shine sat limply on his mother's body, panting and terrified of what she did. Then, trembling with weakness, he rose on unsteady legs and headed for the twins. - Well, how are you? - She asked hoarsely. - You look awful, but maybe you are suffering from more serious damage than the ones that mean?