Kiah's head still throbbed like it might split in two. Her bones ached and her fingers throbbed, but those were small inconveniences she had to endure for the victory ahead.
Having watched most of the battle between Anwyll and the wretch for hours, hope stirred in her chest when he managed to wound the armored creature singlehandedly.
Truly, Anwyll was every bit the talented fighter the rumors claimed to be. He didn't look like it at first glance, but his skill outshone most people she'd seen.
This wasn't her first time witnessing him fight a degenerate, but this clash revealed the depth of his resolve and talent. It was nothing short of inspiring, so much so that Kiah could no longer justify lying uselessly on the ground while he bore the brunt of the fight alone.
Besides, if he managed to take down the wretch alone, it would make him more cocky. She couldn't give him that satisfaction now, could she?
She wanted to join in on the action too even if it would probably kill her.
