Yuki burned through the monsters coming her way without much effort at all, violet flame curling off her fingers and erasing anything unlucky enough to get close.
Then a figure blurred it's way amongst the cluster of monsters.
Cutting through the horde with clean, practiced efficiency, Silford Sword Craft flashing bright with every strike, was Arlott.
Lena spotted him first and rushed over, relief plain on her face, though that relief dimmed slightly the second she got close enough to see the state of his clothes. Torn, scorched at the edges, blood soaked into one whole side.
Whatever he'd been through, it hadn't been easy.
"Dad, are you okay?" she asked, already scanning him for anything that looked worse than it should.
"I'm fine," Arlott said, though his voice carried a tiredness that undercut the claim a little. "Just banged up."
