To Daru and Elara, the eerie smile seemed wider, even if that wasn't the case.
They both jumped back to evade attacks coming their way — something they hadn't experienced in this battle against Yorlak.
Usually, the Bastard Bough would be occupied with one of them, leaving the other free to hurt the coal-black, brigand tree in any way they wanted.
Roots that stabbed as if they had minds of their own and Yorlak's faster and stronger movements definitely left little room for counterattack opportunities.
"Tch."
Daru clicked his tongue, focus slipping as he worried for his Runebarks.
After all, each one of them was given life and was nourished further by none other than him…and Rafhan.
'That…does sound like the Runebarks are our child…'
He dodged the passing cleaver arm, shaking his head. There was no way he was the empress.
He refused to be.
The battle grew significantly more difficult, but nothing the two couldn't handle.
