Sezel palmed his face, a gesture of profound and utter exasperation, as he hid behind the relative safety of a skeletal, dead bush. _Just moments ago, she was saying that we needed to kill them, and now she is saving them. Great._ He sighed.
In the time Sezel had spent with Vesta, he had learned that she was, in fact, a true princess. Not Just by her profound looks, but also by the sheer purity of her soul.
He was sure, that if she saw someone in danger, she wouldn't think twice before putting herself between them and whatever monstrous, chitinous, multi-limbed horror was trying to kill them.
And things here had pretty much played that out.
He had no time to move now, the beast was looking at Vesta with a sense of fury in its eyes. And then it threw away the body of the dead slayer like a useless doll.
