Ethan hesitated for only a heartbeat before the battlefield shifted again. One of the Blood Clan warriors who had been hammering away at the old man in yellow suddenly feinted, then broke off and streaked straight toward Dragon Child. She was already surrounded by three opponents and looked to be at her limit.
Ethan surged forward. There was no room for hesitation; this crisis demanded action. His figure cut silently through the air, leaving no ripple behind. Yet just as he was about to intervene, he caught a glimmer in Dragon Child's eyes. For someone supposedly cornered, her expression was far too calm, even sly, the faint curl of her lips almost mocking.
