Thin tendrils crackled in the breath Alex exhaled. Gripping his claymore with both hands, he lowered his posture and was about to lunge. That was when his head snapped down, his Ability nullifying and the lightning coating his body scattering.
Confusion took over his face as he looked up at the one who had just smacked him.
"Idiot!" Elya shouted. "What do you think you're doing!? Why the hell did you rush in like that!?"
"Elya! That's-"
"I don't give a damn!" She silenced him with another shout. "Who said I needed your help anyway!?"
Alex kept his silence for a second. His sight then shifted to the robed man, and though it wasn't as intense, anger returned to his expression.
"We found the survivors." He said.
Elya looked up at him then turned to their opponent.
"We were going to kill him anyway." She said. "No need to be so rash."
"... got it…"
[Lara had defeated Neb'Alseth's disciple (Apprentice)]
[+80 AP]
