What happened had happened so fast.
The sword flew past Sarah, so close that she felt the air whip across her cheek like an angry whisper. The metallic hum sliced through the silence, and before she could even blink, the blade struck an enemy creeping behind her.
The creature froze mid-motion, its body twisting grotesquely before turning into a puff of dark smoke that vanished with the sword itself.
Simma's lips curved into that familiar cocky grin as he straightened himself, waiting for the expected "thank you" from the person he had just saved.
"Tsk," Sarah scoffed, brushing imaginary dust off her shoulder.
"I had him already." Her tone dripped with mockery, light, but sharp enough to prick Simma's pride.
Simma chuckled weakly, leaning against a nearby tree. His breath was uneven, his legs heavy with exhaustion.
"I… I didn't think you had him," he managed, voice trembling with both fatigue and mischief. "Pretty sure I just saved your ass."
