Luna intercepted the follow-up, her movement exploding forward once more. She drove her knee into the attacker's chest, folding his body inward before finishing the motion with a spinning kick that dropped him completely.
Four of them were down. Removed from the fight. The remaining two hesitated, reassessing the situation.
Luna did not waste the opening. She turned immediately and moved to Ivor, lowering herself beside him. She grabbed him under the arm and pulled him upward, shifting his weight across her shoulders.
The moment her skin touched him, she froze.
Heat.
His body burned with unnatural intensity, far beyond the warmth of fever or exertion. It pulsed beneath his skin, unstable and rising.
Her eyes narrowed.
Something was wrong.
"Nara," she said sharply. "We need to go."
He did not argue. He disengaged immediately, stepping back toward her as the shadow faded from his blade. He turned and began moving with her, both of them rushing toward the clearing's edge.
