Eight blades wheeled behind the rabbit as Juna charged before their gathered mana settled, Solar Vanguard scraping across the stone. Its point rose toward the leering mouth above the boulder while Hajin watched through the silk, his hunter still pinned.
A tug beneath his foot tried to steal that attention, so he cinched the ankle loop tighter.
"Stay down, you overgrown pigeon, the grown-ups are busy."
The rabbit bent backward under the blade, but Juna shortened her step and rammed the pommel beneath the retreating torso. It cracked into exposed ribs, but the impact shoved Juna sideways toward the returning blade before she could spring away.
She rode that bend with the glaive already turning toward the keeper's exposed shoulder.
"Found you," she snarled, ears flat, and chopped straight down through fur and muscle.
