The hooded man looked up through his blurry, bleeding vision. He saw Damon charging toward him like a furious, unstoppable beast.
The man knew he had failed. He knew he would definitely die if he stayed to fight a one-on-one battle with the Tyrant General.
The hooded man scrambled up from the floor. He did not try to retrieve his dagger. He turned around and fled the scene immediately. He ran as fast as he could toward a broken window at the back of the warehouse, jumping through it and disappearing.
Damon did not chase the fleeing man. He had a more important thing to take care of.
Damon reached Camilla just as her legs gave out from under her. She began to fall backward toward the floor.
Damon threw himself forward. He slid on his knees. He reached out his arms and caught her gently before she could hit the ground.
Camilla fell into his warm embrace.
