"Renxian, your clothes," Niara who was still in fear, did not shift her stare toward him.
The man with hair in a topknot lowered his head, looking for a moment at the blood that covered his body until he sighed. "Should find a river, then, am I?"
The blonde-haired woman's breath hitched, steadying her racing heartbeat. With determination, she aimed her staff at him and whispered, "Heal," her voice barely audible yet carrying a hint of resilience.
"Renxian, what is this creature? One of the Mystical Beasts?" Siuxa stood up this time, with unbalanced steps approaching the dead wolf. "Because it seems they are." With a strong draw, the dark-haired woman retrieved her sword that was still stuck on the creature's head and sheathed it back.
"Yeah, they are," Renxian turned around, taking in the broken area. The cracked ground that formed a crater along with the fallen trees made the location there a total mess. "And a quite tough opponent."
