Victor wiped the blood from the edge of his cleaver and looked toward Myles.
Myles stood a short distance away with his blade still pressed against the throat of the enemy leader. Victor had no idea who the man was. He had seen him earlier among the opposing group, but he never bothered to remember their faces.
To Victor, they were just enemies.
He rested the heavy greenish cleaver against his shoulder and glanced at the others as they regrouped.
"What is Myles doing?" Victor asked.
George shrugged slightly. "No idea."
Daniel shook his head as well.
"But he must have a reason," Ethan said calmly. "Myles wouldn't stop the battle like that without a good reason."
They all understood that much. The enemies had clearly intended to kill them. Stopping the fight in the middle of that didn't make sense unless Myles had something in mind.
A moment later, a shadow passed over them.
