Xilon pushed himself up, calling his Renjerian form forward. But silence answered him. Sh*t! How much time did he need to recover?

He crept in front of Ash, protecting her from whoever had found them.

Ash stood her ground, unafraid, but she didn't draw her sword. Was she that confident in his skills?

"Get your weapon ready," he whispered and clenched his fists, rolling his shoulders forward in preparation to fight.

"I ...