Happy Life
Rezara promised Lester tenderness, but what is tenderness to her? Sweet romantic embraces or a huge sword, pounding into the fragile body of the elven sorceress? Hard to say for certain, but the crimson blade struck its target with its usual ruthlessness. Monsters of regret must not live! Even the natural layer of protection did not help Lester avoid a monstrous gashing wound, from which blood poured in an endless stream. Rezara always understood: if you fail to finish off an enemy, you should do everything to make sure it soon dies on its own.
- You have struck me in the very heart, my lady, - the knight pressed his palm against the fountain of blood from the aforementioned organ. - And not for the first time today.
With a smile, he lowers himself to one knee, and as the blood recedes from his cheeks, he naturally withdraws from the battle after a while.