"Kee... sha," Rickart breathed his former party's name. The voice was almost empty, but Rickart's head leaned too close over Ned's shoulder. The one arm scout was unconscious, but respondent to whatever boggles his mind. Another word died on his lips as the second explosion rebounded behind them.
For a moment, Ned spun. Their fight was intense. Twali could hardly be seen, evading the absent-minded warrior. While Sidric kept on pushing the servant. It might be due to the parasite that leeches behind Sidric that he kept on fighting almost not having to rest, it was as if the parasite was supporting him with another form of energy.
But Twali won't lose either. With his twin blade, he kept on evading and parrying the warrior's long-sword. His stance was like water, soft, and flowing. Most of Sidric's attacks were parried to his sides, sliding smoothly.
Trees made a snapping sound as the sword and blade fought in the forest.
