Instead he simply moved, faster than any of them could track, and by the time the half-orc's brain registered that something had changed, all three of them were already on the ground, the specific stillness of bodies that had stopped being people in less time than it took to finish a sentence.
He looked at them for a moment.
Because somebody has to, he thought, turning the phrase over with something almost like appreciation. Even if it doesn't matter.
That, he decided, is exactly the energy I'm hoping for. From someone with significantly more capability than three exhausted soldiers.
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He resumed his thinking about Morgana, because Morgana was, in the end, the actual point of the morning.
