Safira crouched down. Then she launched herself into the air to meet his attack. Raising her sharpened claws, she swiped down at him without mercy. Nestor was struck first.
He crashed onto the soil-covered ground, hitting his back against a tree trunk.
Archer, on the other hand, successfully subdued Arla. She was never much of a fighter anyways.
Archer pressed down on her chest, holding her in place. He knew Safira would have wanted to deal with her herself.
Safira pounced onto Nestor. But he crouched down and dodged the attack at the last second. She crashed against the tree trunk. She winced in pain but did not let that stop her.
She got back up on her feet just as Nestor attempted to attack her again. Archer wanted to help, his eyes were glued on the fight. This gave Arla a chance to escape his hold.
"You're not going anywhere!" Archer growled as he glared at Arla.
