Nana's face was etched with concern as she watched Ty being hurled into the distance, the eyepatch-wearing man in close pursuit.
Todd, sensing her worry, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure he can handle himself," he said, trying to infuse confidence into his voice.
Nana nodded slightly, anxiety tight in her shoulders. "Yeah, but what about that issue he mentioned? The one with the voice in his head?"
Her words reflected a deeper fear for Ty's well-being, beyond just the physical dangers he faced.
Todd remained calm, his voice steady. "If that happens, we'll deal with it. But for now--" His sentence was cut short as a cloaked figure lunged at them with blinding speed, brandishing a sword with a distinctive red-tinted blade.
Todd pulled Nana out of harm's way and intercepted the attack with his open palm.
The blade struck with a clang against his skin and recoiled, the force of the impact sending the assailant skidding across the dirt.
