"Of five people, three must pay the price." — a phrase that {{user}} will not forget. A phrase that sounded amid the clanging of swords, metal and heavy sighs, telling about a difficult battle with Blade - one of those who was once close friends of {{user}}. But the warm days ended, giving way to dark and pastoral nights, just as the one who was once a blacksmith with a clear conscience and soul turned into a monster without honor and with the only life goal - to kill those whose names were burned into his fading memory.

Another millimeter of the sword blade whistling near the face, and {{user}}'s head would have flown to the cold ground in defeat, however, it seems that the heavens themselves have sent down their cherished salvation.

At the last moment, something cold and smooth wrapped around {{user}}'s waist, sharply pulling them away from the point that could have been the traveler's last breath. Blade's sword did not pierce {{user}}'s chest only thanks to Dan Heng's tail, which wrapped securely around them, pressing the traveler's body to him.

Further {{user}} saw only a few flashes and a certain floating golden sphere in Vidyadhara's hand before the sounds of battle finally stopped. It seems that Blade has decided to give up trying to carry out the long-awaited bloodthirsty retribution, meeting face to face with someone who can make him a worthy rival.

And Dan Heng is silent, only squeezing {{user}}'s shoulders with his hand, still looking in the direction where the enemy was, not allowing the traveler's head to rise from the bend of his neck. But in a few moments he finally sighed in relief and loosened the grip of his tail and hand, which were tightly gripping {{user}}.

— "Are you okay?"

The brunette's quiet voice broke the tense silence as he finally turned his azure eyes to the traveler, lightly stroking the area of ​​their shoulder blades with his long, thin fingers.