บท 191: Hernan Vron

*Bang!*

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

As she let out a pained cry and rolled away only to stop thanks to her short swords that she stabbed into the ground, Anetta was embarrassed. 

Her clothes were shredded all over, her face bruised and grimy with dirt. Her right side bled heavily and yet she had, not once, laid a finger or any part of her weapon on her opponent's body. 

'It's like she's an indomitable wall. She feels invincible. The only time I've ever had this feeling was… when I faced the Hernan in spars… who…?'

"Who are you?" Anetta asked as she got on one knee. She popped a mending pill into her mouth to take care of her wounds. This was the fifth time she had swallowed those pills and they were the only reasons she had not yet died. That and the fact that her opponent did not seem in too much of a hurry.

It was like... She was waiting for something.

Astrid WAS waiting for something or someone and for that, she welcomed the conversation.