"Crap," Hajin muttered under his breath, watching Helen walk down the dune toward them with a pissed-off expression on her face.
The Captain stood there, his four shards slowly fading around his wrist as he cleared his throat.
"I can explain," the Captain said, looking away to avoid her eyes.
"You can explain?" she stopped in front of them, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
He stepped back a little to stay out of the splash zone, thinking she looked ready to kill.
"We have wounded knights back at the camp," she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "and you two are out here playing games in the middle of the night."
"It wasn't a game," the Captain muttered, looking like a scolded child despite his massive build.
"I do not care what it was," she snapped, turning her glare to Hajin, "you are a rookie, but what is your excuse, Captain?"
