Dorian was worried that things wouldn't end well.
But when the skeletal deer's skull hit the stone with a hollow, final thud—he allowed himself to breathe again. Barbara had appeared like a thunderclap; a fiery-haired avalanche of muscle and fury.
And the skeleton deer that had nearly cored Kai through was now a headless heap of bone.
It was a very close call.
He knew that without her intervention, Kai would've taken that charge full with his body. It would end badly without a doubt. So, Barbara's intervention was welcomed. He met Bryan's eyes, and a silent understanding passed between them.
Bad luck struck, but they managed to survive somehow.
However, as if bad luck as has humour, Barbara, out of nowhere, punched Kai in the face hard.
And the crack of knuckle against skull split the air like a whip; the sound was so thunderous that it reached all the way to where Dorian and Bryan were. Both of their eyes widened—as if they had seen a ghost.
