𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘚 , 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚

"Appreciate the assistance, Highwind," Cor grunted, sheathing his blade as the last of the daemons disintegrated around them. He wasn't so proud – so cocky – as to turn down a helping hand. At least, not anymore. The Blademaster had beaten some humility into the fifteen year old menace he had been back then.

Honestly, he never would have imagined things turning out this way. The Marshal of the Crownsguard turned daemon hunter, trying to hold things together until Noctis returned. He had taken to the task surprisingly well though. He'd always been more of a warrior than a leader, and whilst he still coordinated their forces, he would always be more comfortable in the field.

"There's just no end to them is there? You cut one down and three more seem to crop up. I'm getting too old for this."

Aranea probably knew just as well as he did that retirement would never be in the cards for him. He'd keep on fighting until the day he died and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The   Stoss   spear   vanished   from   her   hand   the   moment   she   finished   killing   the   last   daemon   in   front    and   around   her,   just   as   her   new   companion   seemed   to   be   doing. She   let   out   a   slight,   victorious   snort   at   the   task   they   had   both   accomplished,   and   the   marshal   was   right,   it   was   a   never-ending   job,   killing   one   after   another,   it   was   as   if   every   time   you   cut   one   in   half,   two   more   appeared,   but   Aranea   was   used   to   it,   any   reason   motivated   her   to   fight,   it   was   something   innate   that   she   carried   in   her   soul   and   had   to   be   satisfied.        ‟        it's   a   good   thing   I   decided   to   come,   I   don't   know   what   you   would   have   done   without   me,     ”      she   said   teasingly   with   a   very   proud   air,   with   that   natural   and   slightly   flirtatious   smile   of   hers. She   adjusted   her   armor   and   crossed   her   arms   over   her   chest   as   her   green   eyes   fixed   on   the   most   experienced   man. To   be   honest,   Aranea   was   here   for   only   one   reason,   naturally   she   could   have   been   here   either   by   order   or   for   money,   but   this   time,   however,   it   was   a   little   different.     

   ‟     Oh   Marshal,   I'm   simply   settling   a   small   debt   with   our   mutual   friend.        ”      she   clarified   as   she   took   a   few   steps   closer.        ‟     The   prince   said   there   was   a   small   chance   you   might   need   reinforcements   (       although   he   doubted   it       ),       so   he   asked   me   to   come   and   find   you.   I   hope   this   girl   helped   with   that,   and   judging   by   the   situation,   it   seems   I   did.            ”  / @otherxworlds

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