He leaned back slightly, watching her vanish into smoke and movement.
"The definition of the two-in-one combo," he murmured. "How troublesome."
Black Fang cut through the next two soldiers in a crossing step, her blade moving once on the way in and once on the way out. As their bodies split and fell away from her line, her head turned a fraction.
Her eyes lifted.
They found him.
Quinlan's breath caught for half a beat. A chill ran up his spine and settled between his shoulders. His mouth pulled into a crooked grin.
"What perception…" he muttered. "She noticed me from that far while mid-battle."
Impressive did not cover it. She had not slowed. She had not altered her rhythm. She had simply known.
And in that glance, he caught it.
Displeasure.
"Are you telling me that I'm not at a theatre play, so why am I chilling on the roof and watching the show?" he guessed, amused. "Wait, I think I got it. 'Get off your ass and do something useful.' Is that more accurate?"
