"Sup, ladies!"
A pair of crimson eyes focused through clean glasses glared down at Ellie and Cheshire from above. Their owner's lips curled into a delighted smile—only for Cheshire to wipe it away by attacking him.
Placing one leg on the side of the truck, she leaped forward, her sword burning with azure Aura as it clashed with the newcomer's.
"Chill, Cheshire, it's just me!"
Her opponent, a black-haired youth, met her sword with his own and pleaded for her to stop, his arms groaning under the pressure of her attack.
"Damien!"
Taking in the sight of that clown, she sighed and sheathed her sword.
"Look, I don't have time for your games. Just leave before I cut you down."
"Wait, I don't mean any harm." He raised his hands in surrender. "I was just looking for someone to team up with."
"Are you serious?" Cheshire stared at him suspiciously.
