He didn't answer, frozen by a vision of her humming with tension and fury that made her nothing short of glorious...but the edge he saw cut him in a way he didn't think he was capable of being hurt. Something in her manner, something in her energy...

Someone hurt her. We can fix this.

He barely heard the voice over the sound of blood pounding in his ears...or maybe it was the sound of some distant drum, calling him to battle. The thought was strange, but he was too angry to acknowledge it.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice too quiet, face too unreadable. "What's the problem?"