Inside the carriage, Alice slowly opened the front window and peeked outside, revealing only a small portion of her face and one ear.
"What's all that noise? Is something happening out there?"
Her sleepy gaze wandered toward the commotion, only to find Azrynn already in the middle of the fight.
The dark elf had drawn her dagger and was moving toward the bandits at an astonishing speed. Glowing purple runes had appeared beneath her feet, forming luminous wings that propelled her forward with every step.
One of the bandits barely had time to widen his eyes before Azrynn appeared beside him.
A flash of steel passed through the air.
His head flew from his shoulders, and blood sprayed across the grass as his body crumpled to the ground.
"Oh. So that's what's happening."
She watched for another moment, then rested her chin against the window frame, seemingly content to observe the fight from a safe distance.
