Red took a step forward, and she could feel the intensity of the fight that had ensued while she had slept – what? Like ten, twenty minutes? An hour? She doesn't know. Time itself is a bit hazy in the dream realm.
Sir Arthur and the lieutenant commander were inside a tiny space that Red knew was the lieutenant commander's doing.
Perhaps a precaution that nothing would be destroyed or someone get involved?
Or maybe it could be that they wanted to protect the faeys that were witnessing from being collateral damage as they battled in such a small space?
Red moved forward without hesitation.
She was tired of all the random bullshits that was happening in her life, and this was probably one of those shits again.
Red tried to slice through the energy field that Zey had made, but her sword nor her fire were able to even dent nor give it a scratch.
Her sword just bounced back, sparks flying with the collision of two powerful magics.
