Atop Adam's shoulder, Bao barely caught Kragh's two vicious strikes. She shrieked, her fur trembling, and her mind reeling in confusion. Why wasn't Adam dodging? He could. She had seen just yesterday. He had been a gentle river stream that used the weight and movements of a drifting boulder as leverage to dominate it instead of confronting it. But today, he was the boulder. Forceful. Trying to crash through the waves without technique.
Was this his answer? But it was dangerous! And now he lost his weapon. Oh no! She covered her head with her tiny paws, her eyes wide open.
Adam's eyes darted to the two blades. One slashed diagonally at his right side, the other pierced forward at his inner thigh, likely to slice through arteries. Not immediately lethal, but vicious, like a feral beast wounding prey, then waiting for its strength to bleed out before delivering an effortless coup de grâce. Adam admitted it. Kragh was a skilled warrior in his own brutal way.
