"Dragon, use your agility to your advantage. You're not built like me, so use your nimbleness," Ayan advised, his voice firm yet encouraging.
Enough with the dragon nickname already.
Ayan was guiding me on evasion techniques and maintaining calm under pressure. Initially, I had pegged him as a mere brute, but he turned out to be surprisingly kind and an effective mentor.
However, I couldn't afford to let my guard down. He was a mercenary after all; he wouldn't hesitate to sell me and my brother if the price was right.
He continued to direct me, "Good, now move to your right..."
Suddenly, his jovial expression hardened, and he sprinted towards me. Is he planning to attack me?
Without warning, he seized me and spun me around, shielding me with his body.
"Are you unharmed, dragon?" Ayan asked, his smile strained, pain evident in his eyes.
Why?
"I knew you would protect her,"
