Chapter 87 — Region of Frost XIX: Torn Asunder
Standing in the midst of a battlefield one must always be ready for a stray blow to come their way. Isabella prides herself on her awareness. Her body moves through the battlefield within the tavern like a butterfly floating amongst flowers. At ease and at home. Her blade slashes its way through the bodies of the EXL buffed EXCEED members striking at her.
Her head is constantly on a swivel. She dodges not a blow from an enemy but a bolt of lightning coming from Tushar meant to strike the enemy he was fighting. His eyes look to her apologetic. This is battle. There is no need for that. No fighter would jump into a melee like this and not expect to be hit by stray attacks.
The clinking of weaponry striking weaponry were like gongs. Shouts of pain. Screams of furor ring out in this enclosed space. The Tristan Knights some of them were being pushed back. Isabella pauses as she sees this. A few Exceed escape out into the city.
