Clint's gaze between the raging boar and Kade dangling from its tusk and he pulled back and hurled his sword.
Kade flinched, throwing his arms over his face. "Wha—?!"
The blade whistled past him, slicing clean through the bit of cloth snagged on the tusk. There was a tearing sound, and Kade's weight shifted he tumbled forward, just as Clint dove aside.
Elric swept in from the flank, catching Kade mid-fall and skidding back in a burst of wind after landing he let go of kade.
"Whoa! Can't put me down gently?" Kade muttered, shaking off leaves from his hair.
Elric didn't even glance at him, eyes locked on the boar's path. "It's heading straight for the duke," he said sharply.
Clint, half-catching his breath, frowned. "So?"
Elric finally turned his gaze to him. "You're his personal knight, aren't you?"
Clint blinked—then cursed under his breath. "Right…" He let out a long sigh, then broke into a run to catch up.
