If I Die, That's It

Zed lowered the fist he had driven into the knight’s jaw.

Then he turned toward the woman who had helped him and asked,

“Are you all right?”

“What is?”

The woman grinned.

“I mean, is it all right to let an ally get beaten like this?”

“An ally?”

She tilted her head like a clueless puppy.

“Why am I on the same side as that bastard? He and I have nothing to do with each other. If anything, he was unbearably boring.”

Her eyes began scanning them one by one...