Slash!
In front of his eye was a hand of someone that took the attack for him and in just a second, blood could be seen coming out of the hand and making its way to the ground. He looked to see the person that had saved his life.
Lo and behold, Henry was gritting his teeth at that moment as he retracted his hand and looked at the wound. It spanned around 5 centimetres in length and half a centimetre in its deepness. Despite that, he ignored the pain, although it was very clear that he was experiencing it.
"Be careful next time!"
"Thank you," Frigs responded.
Another enemy horseman, wielding a flexible sabre as his horse cantered toward Frigs. The white of the eyes of the horseman was visible from Frigs' location, and he saw the horseman being scared and nervous, just from his eyes.
