Having met an enemy too strong for them, Cyril realizes it would be futile to fight them. Knowing that he couldn't communicate this to his companion without speaking, he quickly thought of a way to distract their enemy.
Sheathing his sword, he turns on his heel and jumps up to one of the trees.
In an almost robotic fashion, the giant looks up to him and readies another swing. To which he responds by jumping to another tree.
Keep in mind, while he was faster than an average person, he was no athlete. He still struggled to make these jumps. Just trying to keep his balance was difficult because of the tremors caused by the falling trees.
While his enemy's winding up another swing of their greatsword, Cyril glances at the spot where Nauna would be. She was there, completely petrified.
He didn't blame her. This fight was unnatural, mostly due to the enemy.
As Cyril jumps to another tree, the enemy seems to have let up.
'Getting tired?' he thought.
After a moment, the armored figure took off their helmet, revealing blonde hair tied into a bun and dull blue eyes. It was a woman.
"I grow tired of your buffoonery. If you cannot fight, I suggest you surrender."
Thinking it over for a moment, an idea popped into Cyril's head. It was a risky one, but one he probably had to take. His previous plan of tiring her out to give them an opening seemed to have worked, at least. But if she is what Cyrils thinks she is, there's a safer plan available.
Sitting down on the tree branch, he attempted to bargain, "You know, there's a civilian around here."
"You jest, I sensed no one else."
He nodded, "I know. She has no mana."
The woman then grinned.
"If she has no mana to give, then she has no use for our lord," she stated, preparing for another swing.
Thinking quick, he jumped forward, no longer trying to jump from tree to tree. He blocked the direction to Nauna and shouted, "Run for it!"
The girl, stunned from their fighting, finally got her back to her senses. She struggled just to get her legs straight because of the shaking, but she still tried running with all her energy.
Her legs were shaking, she was unsteady, and she felt like she would fall any second now. But the prospect of achieving her goal was what kept her going.
Every step she took, she felt like death was mere inches away, yet she persevered. Nauna looked like a scared child running away from adults, but there was a sense of strength in her steps.
The giant woman stared at her before trying to sprint, but the white-haired sojourner would get in her way.
He drew out his sword again but it didn't really intimidate their opponent. Her sword was far thicker and longer than his, it could destroy trees with just a swing. What could his pathetic excuse of a weapon do?
Well, as he's about to demonstrate, quite a lot actually.
Moving faster than her eyes could see, he rushed behind her and tried swinging for her calves. The armor there was minimal to allow movement.
As his blade pierced the thick layer of chain, the woman dropped to her knees. He then tried going for the opening in her pauldrons, but his blade was stopped as she grabbed it with her hand and crushed it.
The sword immediately fragmented.
'That should slow her down for now,' he thought as he dashed after his companion.
The woman started helplessly as she lost sight of her targets. She punched the ground in frustration before sitting herself down near a tree.
Controlling her breathing, she began to calm down. The injury wasn't fatal, it just temporarily disabled her.
Despite her large stature, the armor still weighed her down quite a bit. Her not being able to support her own weight was a problem.
Clicking a button inside of her armor near the neck, and the armor slowly slipped itself off revealing the chainmail armor and a padded skintight suit beneath it.
Slipping off her chainmail armor, she chanted a prayer.
"Goddess, the problem has fled. Forgive me."
A voice rang out inside her head.
"It is fine, Meileen. I shall help with healing your wounds. We still have much time to dispose of him," a soft voice said.
With a dejected expression on her face, Meileen, the knight, hung her head low and nodded as her wounds were surrounded by a green light.
The light felt warm and calming. Her wounds healed almost instantly.
"I will not fail my goddess."