After watching the carnage before them, Yoa turned to Nova, scanning her with a hardened gaze. The bond squeezed, his worry muddying his thoughts for a moment as he stared down at the tiny little mouse about to join him in battle. His hands grazed over her weapons, ensuring there would be no trouble for her to use them.
Though some of her skills still needed sharpening, like using the hatchets, Nova had come far. At times, she moved like wind through reeds, light and quick, her spirit fierce, even Aiyana struggled to match. Where she lacked in power, she made up for it in precision and heart, with quick on her feet. Her defence was steady, her movements sure.
Tonight, she will be tested. But he was there to catch her if she fell.
"Yiska," Nova sighed, holding his wrists as he made sure the hatchets were secured at her waist. "Enough fussing. We have a job to do."
