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Vol.5, Ch.6, P.3

To my side Sig strutted, eyeing Sven and Cronheim all the while with a crass sneer.

“Another inbreaker?” snarled Sven. “And not on account of stealth, I reckon…”

The Salvator’s regard, once so locked upon this rebel of black, bent now upon Sig with brows hard and wary. Indeed; precisely as he implied, Sig was no sore thumb amongst us: strong he was, and savagely so.

“Oh? All right, then—you,” Sig curtly declared, pointing sword and stare at Sven. “You’ll do.”

And like a spring released, he pelted forth and fired unto Sven a champing maw of a swing. The Salvator endured the sudden brunt, but after locking blades for but a second—“Hup!”—he withdrew sidewise with a jolt.

By the look of his twisting brows, it seemed Sven had not expected