He dropped to the ground as soon as the ice was gone. He lay there for a moment, trying to hold on. His vision was dim around the edges. It was instinct to try to cover his wounds, but there was nothing to be had for it. Dorian used his magic with deadly purpose, and Bull could not begrudge him.

"I know," he answered. "She's wrong." No one would hear him above the sounds of battle. No one but Dorian. He had to hear it. Hissrad breathed. In, out. Shok ebasit hissrad.

"You have to stop her. The triumvirate--" Bull closed his eye. He was trying too hard. He was dying. "Kadan."