The one that came to his rescue was Morvane. She stood in the middle of the room, a sword gently held in her hand and her eyes on the man that attacked Vale... the very dead man.
Vale was well enough now that he could study her, and he did.
The sword she held was white like bleached bone and covered in different words of power. For some reason, his eyes lingered on the sword and soon he understood why.
The sword was a construct.
Morvane was a construct user? Vale was shocked by that fact, as she was the first construct user of such strength that he would be meeting.
She turned to him, her eyes roving over his body. "No wounds. You are quite lucky, Vale Athrimir. This man... intends to kill you, and he must have come from Akatsuki."
Vale rose to his feet and bowed. "Thank you for saving my life. I won't forget this."
But somehow his voice didn't quite sound like gratitude, and if heard from a wrong angle, it might even be considered a threat.
