Later, he may reflect on it more deeply. In this moment, he does not respond so much to the command as he does to that feeling in the air, the one that says someone important to him needs him.
It only takes a second, two. His sword slices one man's throat, pierces another through the chest before slashing downward, spilling blood and more. They fall, hitting the ground wetly. One remains. Perhaps Nadine meant for him to stop there, but when he has a job he'll see it through. The woman on the ground hasn't moved. He finishes her, too.
A pause where uncertainty almost rises. Not over the bodies; because—he's suddenly not sure what drove his decision so sharply.
But Nadine takes priority. He turns to her instead. "You okay?"
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It only takes a second, two. His sword slices one man's throat, pierces another through the chest before slashing downward, spilling blood and more. They fall, hitting the ground wetly. One remains. Perhaps Nadine meant for him to stop there, but when he has a job he'll see it through. The woman on the ground hasn't moved. He finishes her, too.
A pause where uncertainty almost rises. Not over the bodies; because—he's suddenly not sure what drove his decision so sharply.
But Nadine takes priority. He turns to her instead. "You okay?"