"So, master...?" Vex purred.
"It's none of your concern, disciple."
The words left Black Fang quietly.
"Ohoho~ A nameless disciple now, am I?" Vex closed the distance again, pressing herself against Black Fang's side with her tail curling around her thigh, chin tilted up, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "I can't wait to hear what really happened during your 'rescue.'"
Black Fang stood like a woman being climbed by a cat she couldn't bring herself to throw away.
"But first..."
Vex's eyes shifted toward the remaining pockets of resistance, and the playfulness in her expression hardened into the same killing focus she'd worn when she took Ryonosuke's head.
"We have work to do."
...
Scar felt the battlefield tilt.
The Fujimori lines were collapsing to the west and dwarven surrender was spreading through the northern ranks like a plague, and the undead front that had been grinding since the ambush started suddenly had arithmetic that favored the living.
