“Ngn…aah!”

Kiara cried out in pain as her hand suddenly burst out into silver flames. Although it didn’t appear her flesh was burning, her pained grunts were evident enough of her plight. Spencer grinned happily at the sight before him; with expert ease, he casually tossed a knife in Elliot’s direction, the blade pinning his clothing down on the bed.

“I’ll deal with you later traitor,” he informed the Elf before walking to Kiara. “Hurts doesn’t it? That weapon you stole has a mind of its own, right? Heh, and trust me, it’s damn well hungry, isn’t it?”

At once, he twirled around to block a strike from Giltwith’s massive sword. Having been awoken by Trixie, he put more weight on the blade and drove Spencer back.

“Ahaha, this is _fun_!” Spencer said.