“Does this happen often for you?”
“Which?” Eri asked dryly. “The slavering monsters, or the surprise attack?”
“Both.”
The young elf seemed considerably spooked. As they were being circled by growing beasts who couldn’t be classified by science, and barely by magic, Eri didn’t feel the need to tease him about it.
“This happened last friday.”
Swearing, the elf withdrew a weapon from his coat—a knife.
“Ready?”
“No.”
“Tough,” Eri chuckled, raising her iron bar and wading into the fray.
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
