章 625: Soul Burn

Tycondrius furrowed his brows as he looked at where he and Korr were standing only moments ago. 

His companion had protected the ship's main mast with her unarmored body. Without it, the Marlin Monroe's sailing speed would have slowed to little faster than a turtle's crawl. 

However... besides Korr's choice of defense being horribly reckless... it was inefficient. 

Also, it was stupid. 

Either of them had the requisite reflexes and strength to deflect the cannonball with a weapon attack. Korr's Blackblade was strong enough to resist damage-- as well as Tycon's adamantine scabbard. 

Even with a mundane weapon, sacrificing a metal item worth two dozen silver was better than risking bodily harm. 

Tycon was frugal with most everything... with the notable exception of expenses concerning combat arms and armor. Most adventurers were unable to fight after being killed. 

"That's not the best you can do, young lady...."