The collision of steel sounded, but it wasn’t from a sword. Wheeling around, Isidore saw the frame of another man, bracing himself against the wretched creature’s charge. Not Nick, but a human all the same, a human that, judging by attire and countenance, was very much the same type of individual as they were.
Good. More allies were needed, even if that meant there were more mouths to feed.
Sidestepping the blond man, Isidore caught the monster on the rebound, ramming his sword hilt-deep into its throat, before twisting the blade and almost decapitating the creature. Hot, foul blood splattered over his hands, but whatever disgust within him didn’t show on his face as he kicked the monster off his sword, then flicked the blood off. Octavia, that cheeky little bitch, ran off before he could grab onto her leash again. That
brought a wry smile on his face, as well as the savaging she had inflicted upon the third creature.
Born minutes ago and already lethal. The pet they fished out of that stone tablet was certainly looking to be useful.“Isidore,”
he said, tapping his thumb against his chest as he locked eyes with the shieldbearer. “You’re another of the Goddess’s, aren’t you?”
He paused, as if considering something, then continued. “This is a prison, or perhaps a laboratory, filled with more of these creatures. Though I’m invested in that puppy, if you’d rather avoid further involvement in these bloody affairs, it’d be best not to venture further. If you’re coming though, welcome.”
Isidore wiped his hands on his pants, then motioned for Augusta to follow him as he strode after the puppy. Once she came, he turned his head in her direction slightly, murmuring, “Dangerous?”