Hajin reached the redoubt while Loccy leaned across its parapet, glaring straight at the arm hanging uselessly against his ribs. She cleared the wall before he reached the steps, landing beside the path with her two Wings flared behind her.
"Holy shit," she snapped, catching his left shoulder before his next step could carry him past her, "you actually walked up here, I was busy picking which bit of that hill to punch open."
"The bit with me under it?" He tucked his burned hand away from her prodding fingers.
"I did shout, you told me to hold the route and I held it while the whole damn mountain screamed," her grip tightened until she spotted the cut beneath his glove, "so now somebody holds you before you fall on your face."
Under the anger, the bond carried her relief so loudly that he almost laughed out loud.
'She stayed put while the whole mountain shook, so I can forgive the death grip.'
