Clang!
A sword blocked the attack just as it was about to reach Elina's neck.
Thud!
The tall man was suddenly kicked and sent flying backward, tumbling across the ground.
Elina was startled. She turned to her right and saw Freya standing beside her with an indifferent expression.
"Are you okay?" Freya asked, holding out her right hand.
Elina snapped out of her daze and took a deep breath before accepting her hand.
"I'm fine. Thank you."
Freya helped her to her feet.
"Are you seriously injured?"
"Nothing serious. I'm just exhausted."
Elina shook her head weakly.
"Thank you for helping me. If it weren't for you—"
"There's no need to thank me," Freya interrupted, patting her on the shoulder. "We're sisters and comrades-in-arms. How could I just stand by and watch you get killed?"
Her warm words helped Elina feel a little calmer.
The battle for the throne had strained the relationships between the siblings.
