"Finally... some action after too much cringe comedy."
"...What?"
Kaida stared at Viktor like he'd lost his damn mind. The three bandits were sprinting toward them, weapons raised, murder in their eyes—and this perverted bastard was making jokes?
But Viktor's expression had shifted. The usual lazy smirk was gone, replaced by something colder. Sharper. His dark eyes tracked the approaching bandits with an intensity that made Kaida's instincts scream.
The chain between their wrists rattled as Viktor moved.
Fast.
Too fast for someone his size.
His free hand shot to Kaida's storage ring, and before she could protest, a blade materialized—her sword, sleek and deadly, the steel catching the filtered sunlight through the trees.
"Hey—!"
Viktor didn't answer. His fingers wrapped around the hilt, and he swung.
The motion was fluid. Graceful. Like water flowing downhill, inevitable and precise.
