A deafening CLANG! The impact sent her flying backward like a kite with a snapped string.
Fortunately, she was a Ranger known for her agility. While still in mid-air, she managed to twist her body and regain her balance. She then staggered away, fleeing toward the pitch-black reef outside the camp.
A sharp-eyed observer could even spot a trickle of blood escaping the corner of her mouth.
"Trying to run!? It won't be that easy!"
How could Frost Throat Hosen possibly let this opportunity go?
He gave a savage grin and immediately gave chase, his twin swords carving two trails of ice behind him. "Shivana, you bitch! I'm going to cut you down before I leave. At least then this trip won't be a total waste!"
'In his mind, Shivana, at Tier Seven Peak, was the only one in the entire Silent Island camp who could put up a fight against him. Killing her would not only be a way to vent his rage, but he could also take her corpse back as compensation for the failed operation.'
