Finally, they walked out the house.
In a single slash, Gusion defended them from the attack of ten skeletons.
Klara finally could let go of her mother's hand, "Gu—Gusion, I wanted to fight too."
"Stand back, Klara. There's no need to join us now, we can handle it. My… no, your party is that reliable."
He turned around, "We'd win—"
Swoosh!
It happened in a blink, but I was sure Gusion saw it, too.
The head of one of his 'companion' he mentioned flying past him.
If only he acted fast enough, he could've avoided another death happened.
They could've only despaired seeing the mother's chest turned into a bloody hole.
"Sa—Save me…"
The mother fell down, but not before grabbing strands of blond hair from her daughter.
The child froze, "Mother?"
Gusion, learning from his mistake, turned around—ready to avenge the death.
The attacker walked out from the midst of ashes. A man—no—a half dragon bigger than the house they've just left. He smiled, holding a headless body.
