"I did," Leon revealed with a perfectly peaceful expression as if he just admitted to donating to charity rather than a triple murder with extreme prejudice.
After all, while both of the men bore the marks of death in combat, the same couldn't be said about the elven girl. As she bore no marks of injuries nor was there any sight of blood, only her head resting on the ground under a normally impossible angle could clue one in as to the cause of her death.
"What the hell did you just say?!" Natalye jumped two steps to the back.
Natalye's posture was both loose and tense at the same time. She held her hands in front of her chest, her elbows slightly bent, her left hand closed in a fist. Her right hand firmly grasped her sword while her body was slightly leaned forward. To top it all of, her eyes focused on Leon and Leon alone.
The girl was ready for a fight, but she was not about to initiate it just yet.
Natalye was ready to jump at Leon at a moment's notice.
