Whether it was as a mercenary, bounty hunter, monster hunter, bodyguard, criminal, outlaw, gladiator, or meatshield, Tar had always fought with his life on the line. He had danced with death since he was young. Now, he was dancing with her for real.
After joining the Underworld, he had gone periods without so much as swinging his sword at another living being. And at times, he had swung it so much that the boundary between himself and the sword blurred.
This was one of those times.
Holding back would be an insult to himself, his lifelong efforts longer than his natural life, and Soara.
The moment Tar reappeared, he was already next to Soara with his sword aimed at her neck, glimmering slightly in the darkness. Most others never saw Tar's second move due to his proficiency with this surprise attack.
