The crashing of blades echoed to his back as the rest of his comrades engaged Bulcke. He was going to take on Calin on his own.
Facing one of the Emerald Kingdoms 8 Deadly Swordsmen on his on seemed like suicide. He knew that he was severely outclassed but out of everyone he felt he was the best fit to take her on. he had intended to isolate her from the very start she just happened to do it for him.
" N-No...Don't!" Thasher tried to call out but the blood in his throat caused his voice to sputter.
" Sir don't move. I haven't finished my cast yet...your wounds are deep this is going to take some time." She insisted that he didn't move but he couldn't stand to watch as his unit was torn to shreds while he sat back.
However, he didn't exactly have a choice. his legs were weak and she was right about his wounds. If he moved too much they would become worse...If he was going to even attempt to help he would have to wait for her to finish her cast.
