Serica's blade moved like a silver arc through the dim corridor, each swing deliberate, each parry ringing with purpose. Her breath came steady but heavy, muscles burning as another Spire soldier crumpled at her feet. She hated this. Drawing them away from Kentaro and the others hadn't been the plan; that was supposed to be Shogo's role. But leaving Kentaro without the cover of Shogo felt wrong in her chest. Kentaro needed Shogo, being the strongest person they had. And if Serica could shoulder this burden, then she would.
