Alex's eyes widened.
"Wait, what the he—"
A sharp whoosh of air passed Alex's cheek.
"Ow—!" he flinched as an arrow barely grazed him, tearing a thread of his collar. "You maniac! You could've killed me!"
Behind him, a bat-like monster—barely novice rank—let out a dying screech and crumpled, the arrow having impaled it clean through the head.
Elaria stepped out from behind a moss-covered boulder, lowering her bow and smirking.
"Now we're even, human."
Alex turned to her, dumbfounded. "Even?! Are you joking? I just saved you from an Abyss Dreadmaw—a mid-rank monster that could turn you into elf pudding—and you skewer a flying rat that was a mild inconvenience at best. And that's even?
Maybe next time I see a Dreadmaw, I'll let it nibble your ears off."
"As expected from a brute and by the way i didn't need your help," Elaria sniffed. "You chose to interfere."
