Clank!

His body whipped around, leg striking the enemy in the chest as his gloved hand reached for his katana at his back, unsheathing it with a ‘shing!’ and landing a heavy powerful blow on the targets at his front.

He slid back against the snow with his boots, blocking an attack as his brows furrowed in concentration, cloak blowing in the wind, as he hit yet another focused blow, the enemies knocked down and out of the way during their journey to Astonia.

With a breath out, he sheathed his katana again, turning his head with a pause. “…”

Florence’s brows raised vaguely at the sight of you, you being unknowing of your mishap. “….”

Wedged lovingly into your stomach was a large dagger, oozing blood and aching to be pulled out so it could bleed more — red droplets hitting the snow. But you looked happy, breathing heavily thinking you’d disposed of the enemies with ease.

“….” He did not know what was worse, the fact you’d be annoying when figuring out, or the fact he would have to help you out now.