She didn't let go.
Her fingers tightened around Timothy's wrist, and despite the blade resting in her neck, he hesitated.
Pulling the machete free now might just trigger her regenerative ability.
Explosive force might do more damage, but Kinetic Pounce wouldn't help at such close range.
Before he could think further, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
"Hey, corpse bride!" Dike's voice rang across the chamber.
Everyone turned, including the bride.
He stood battered and bloodied, his lips split, his head gashed, and blood leaking through parts of his armor.
But despite the damage, he was still on his feet, the spear, her spear gripped tightly in his gloved hand.
His armor gleamed beneath the blood, protecting him in all the right places, but his strength was visibly waning.
