Bjorn landed hard, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy thud, and immediately his body tensed, his muscles coiling as he prepared to fight. He struggled, his arms swinging, his legs bracing, thinking he was still being held by some enemy force, some new threat he had not anticipated.
But then he paused.
His eyes focused, and he saw Lyra standing in front of him, her hands raised in the air, a sheepish smile on her face.
"What the—" Bjorn started, his voice thick with confusion and lingering adrenaline.
Tatehan landed a second later, his own body reacting on pure instinct. He threw a punch at the air in front of him, his fist cutting through empty space, his mind still locked onto the image of the soldier he had been about to retaliate against just moments before.
But there was no soldier. Just Lyra, standing there with both hands raised, her smile widening slightly as she watched the two of them flail.
