Graced but Burned (oh it's only gonna get worse from here)

A yell got caught in Wild’s throat. He wanted, needed to warn them to stay back, but there wasn’t time. The lynel’s focus had shifted to Wind, and there was no time.Wind’s eyes just flicked up from his blade in time to register the creature’s eyes boring into him, roar steadily building in it’s throat, before he was suddenly being shoved and the lynel’s arm, holding the wickedest of axes wind had ever seen, sliced into Wild, who was in the exact spot he just was.Wind’s throat seemed to have none of the inhibitions that Wild’s did, and a scream tore out. The lynel took sick pleasure in forcing the blade into Wild’s stomach as far as it would go, and then wrenching it out.An awful, soul quashing rumble echoed out of the beast’s throat. It was laughing. Laughing at the glassy, dead stare of Wind’s brother.And then there was light.