When she turned to see Kael standing up, she panicked and went to her side, only to notice that something was missing, turning her head, there was a large weapon next to where Kael had just sat foot. A large saber.
The movement was abrupt enough that mud cracked on her sleeves. One second she'd been focused on the boar's flesh, knife working fast, greedy, practiced, and the next she snapped around like she'd heard a predator breathe.
Her eyes hit Kael first, wet hair, bare chest, water still streaming down him, and then flicked away, searching for leverage. They landed on the spot by the bank where she'd clearly expected steel, his steel.
Empty.
He had none.
The panic sharpened, turning into a quick, desperate calculation. Someone who walked on you like this, without a weapon, wasn't someone simple. He even ignored her own blade and moved toward her.
Danger.
Extreme danger, more dangerous than all those that chased her down.
