It wasn't a surprise to learn that somebody like Crow had enemies of his own, though Finn felt blessed for once that such a situation found its way to him.
"Either way, thanks," Finn insisted, feeling gratitude to have any backup in the hopeless circumstances.
Jasper didn't acknowledge what was said, instead still looking forward with an expression hidden by his silver helmet, "He got away. Not surprising. Cowards like that flee the moment favor leaves their side."
Sure enough, as the smoke settled from the slash of sapphire light from a moment prior, there was no sight in the hunter.
The hoodie-wearing knight sheathed the longsword he wielded into the leather scabbard on his back with an exhale before turning to look at the wounded man, "You're hurt, mate? Crow got you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, he got me by surprise. Do you know him?" Finn asked, wincing as holding his wrist that was barely held together.
