Vincent looked wild as he shot towards her with his sword raised. At the last moment, Delaney saw recognition dawn across his face, but it was too late.
Delaney squeezed her eyes closed, expecting to feel the pain of his blade at any moment, but it didn't come. Instead, there was a loud clang from above her, and she fell to her side.
Pain burned in her palms, but she barely noticed it as she looked up and saw Miles was suddenly there. It was his sword that had crashed against Vincent's, knocking it aside before Delaney could be harmed.
As angry as she had seen Miles be with her, it was nothing compared to the pure fury that shown across his face now as he glared at his older brother.
Vincent, though, seemed to have just come out of the state he was in, and he was staring at his brother with wide-eyed bewilderment.
"M-Miles," he tried, but before he could get more out, Miles surged towards him, sword flashing through the air.
