Delicia moved so fast that her blade tore through the air in a silver arc, faster than the eye could track.
The bandit in question barely managed to react, dodging to the side at the nick of time. Nevertheless, the edge of the sword still managed to touch his cheek, drawing blood.
"You!" The man stumbled back, clutching his face. Although the cut was shallow, had he been slower by even a fraction to react, his head would have separated cleanly from his body.
Delicia didn't waste her breath. The man boasting proudly was never her target. Pushing him back, she went straight for the bandit who was holding onto Eleanor.
CLANG...
The latter managed to react, parrying the sword. However, he noticed that there was not enough force behind the swing. This woman, she was after their target.
With one hand forcing the bandit to parry, with another she reached out and pulled Eleanor away from the grasp of the bandit.
