Ghost of Chaos

She was too late to stop them from wrestling him into the shallows and holding him under, and she had to bite her hand to keep from screaming as he jerked and struggled before finally going still. A few moments later, he dissolved, and the river washed the remains of his death away. And the raiders laughed. Drista had been angry before. She was angry when Dream teased her about her height, angry when Tommy woke her by jumping on her bed, angry when merchants shortchanged her for the fifty-second time. This was an entirely new kind of anger. It curled in the bottom of her gut and froze like a hibernating serpent. Her vision sharpened around the edges and it was so easy to imagine driving a sword through the raiders, one by one, and hearing the wet thump as their bodies hit the ground.  They have to pay.(Under reconstruction, proceed with extreme caution)