Running through a dark forest is a bad idea. Running through a dark forest at Kassie's pace, on one real leg, with barely enough essence left to keep a light burning, was the kind of idea that would have made past me sit present me down for a long talk.
I ran anyway.
Kassie went ahead through the trees, following the two fleeing shapes by sound and by whatever else eight thousand years gives you, and I followed her by the red sparks that snapped off her body in the dark. My flame ball bobbed above me, smaller than I liked. Every branch looked like a monkey. Some of them were.
One dropped on my left, twisting into a bull as it fell, and I didn't even break stride. Wren swept out, still hot from the last fight, and took its front leg off at the joint, and Kassie's sword came back over her shoulder without her turning around and finished it against a tree.
[You have slain a Level 4, Apex-tier, Mirror Marmoset]
'Stop sending the small ones. You're just feeding us notifications.'
