"Leon!"
The girl weaved past the fleeing soldiers, quickly rushing into the alleyway.
As she spotted her companion leaning against the wall, his chest armor punctured and his body swaying, she hurriedly reached out to steady Leon's shoulders.
Olivia's eyes widened with concern as she inspected him, "Where are you hurt? Are you okay?"
Leon shook his head at her, "Don't worry, I'm not badly injured, just a bit weak. How about you, is your shoulder injury serious?"
He looked at the exposed skin of Olivia's left sleeve, which had been torn open.
The upper side of her originally smooth and delicate left arm was covered with a shocking expanse of abrasions, still seeping crimson blood.
Forcing back the vague pain from a heavy kick to her abdomen, the girl managed a strained smile, "It's nothing, just a scrape."
Leon had no choice but to reluctantly let go of his worry.
Lokhak came trotting back on horseback with another companion.
