At her companion's proposition, the black-haired woman gritted her teeth.
"… Don't die."
Without taking another look back, she hastily turned around and ran over to the two limp bodies on the ground.
Scooping both of them up, she hoisted them onto her shoulder and then broke into a mad sprint toward the cave's entrance.
"'Don't die,' she says… As if things are going to be that simple," The blond-haired woman laughed wryly.
If both couldn't win fighting together, how would the war-scythe-wielding woman handle the creature alone?
While the blond-haired woman claimed to stall for long enough for them to escape, at least both women knew what the war-scythe-wielding really woman intended to do.
She intended to stall for time, but it wasn't for herself.
No…
The blonde-haired Kelonian wasn't planning to run away.
She was prepared to die.
