"T-Trafalgar?"
Trafalgar lowered Maledicta slightly, more out of habit than necessity. "Yes, it's me, Barth. You can relax now. And take your hands off the string. As you know, we're not allowed to attack each other."
Bartholomew swallowed, clearly embarrassed, and loosened his grip on the bowstring at once. "Y yes… sorry. I was watching you fight, actually." He adjusted his glasses with a shaky hand. "It was surprising."
Trafalgar glanced once at the bodies scattered across the clearing and gave the most minimal answer possible. "Thanks."
He let Maledicta rest over one shoulder and looked past the trees ahead. "I was heading toward the desert. I think I'll find something better to fight there than in the forest." His gaze shifted back to Bartholomew. "Want to come?"
Bartholomew blinked. "You mean… make a team?"
