Heuk Cheon groaned, forcing himself onto one knee. His ribs were definitely broken. His body screamed for him to stay down, but that wasn't an option.
The silver-clad woman who had arrived stood between him and Baek Mu-Jin, her sword gleaming.
Cheon Ae-ru narrowed his eyes. "You have some nerve interfering."
The woman didn't flinch. "And you have some nerve attacking my master."
Heuk Cheon let out a weak chuckle. "Didn't think you cared, Syrin."
Syrin ignored him, keeping her stance firm. "You can still move?"
Heuk Cheon smirked through the pain. "Barely."
Cheon Ae-ru exhaled, wiping the blood from his chin. "Enough. I have what I came for."
Syrin's grip tightened. "And what was that?"
Cheon Ae-ru tilted his head. Smirked.
"The confirmation that you people are still worth crushing."
Then, he vanished.
Syrin didn't chase. Neither did Heuk Cheon. They knew better.
For now.
Syrin sheathed her sword, turning back to her battered friend. "You look like hell."
