Dahlia was absolutely flabbergasted by the disparity she felt between the normally bubbly maid and the warrior that now stood before her. If she weren't so familiar with the woman, she would have just assumed that a new imposter had shown up, but no. Bessie stood there with the countenance of an executioner.
The helmeted head turned to look towards Dahlia who was pressed into the ground and immediately the weight of gravity lifted off her.
"I'm sorry My Lady, I didn't mean to catch you in the crossfire. Please get to the side but stay within my sight. I don't want to lose track of you. Now then…"
Turning back to the woman who was seemingly made of clay, the minotaur-kin scowled. This piece of trash not only threatened her mistress but brought harm to her. Bessie hadn't missed the massive damage on the girl's arm and just recalling it brought her temper to a fever pitch.
