Amana's blade flashed once more, slicing through the thick hide of the writhing creature before her. It collapsed in a heap of hissing vapor.
She took a shaky breath, mana humming in her veins, her grip steadying again only thanks to the presence beside her.
Melissa fought with sharp precision, efficient and unwavering. The battlefield was no place for hesitation, and yet, amidst the chaos, Amana couldn't help herself.
"Melissa, why?"
She said quietly between attacks.
Melissa didn't look at her. She pivoted, impaling a snarling beast through the neck before flicking the blood off her blade.
"Why what?"
"You saved me. Just now. Wouldn't it have been easier to let me die?"
Amana murmured, parrying a clawed arm that reached too close.
That made Melissa stop, just for a second. Her gaze turned to Amana, unreadable, her lips pressed into a line.
"Excuse me?"
"You would have one less romantic rival. Less competition for Kyle's affection. It would've been logical.
