Wolf finally made his move. He sprinted from side to side and hit La Finta using the pommel of his blade. That would deal no damage to the crowned elf, but enough to make her unconscious. That was what he had expected.
I raced behind La Finta and struck her using my penitent's blade. I made sure that I hit her heart and cut off La Finta's arteries. Although this world was a game, the organs worked the same.
The tip of my blade pierced through her skin like scissors cutting through paper. I did not have to exert a strenuous effort as I pushed my blade deeper into La Finta's body.
A swishing sound echoed through our ears as the sharp edge of my dagger reached the other side of the elf's body. La Finta had not died yet, so I had to finish the job.
"You're not aiming for me." Wolf realised what had happened in front of him.
The wet scarlet blood splattered on his hands. The blood came not from him, but from the elf at his fore.
