He turned his gaze toward Althea.
She hadn't gotten far.
Wind flared under his boots—Arthur launched.
"Where do you think you're going, bunny?"
Althea turned just in time to see him descending from above, like a predator diving on helpless prey.
He crashed into her with controlled force, knocking her down and pinning her under him, sword at her throat.
"I-I didn't think it'd be you..." she muttered, wincing beneath him, her cheeks slightly flushed from the surprise.
"You thought wrong."
"You won't kill me... right? We're 'friends' after all," she offered with an awkward smile, trying to appeal to his softer side.
Arthur chuckled, "Though it pains my heart to kill such a beauty... rules are rules."
Her eye twitched. "What? Don't look at me like that," he added with a smirk. "It's not like I'm killing you for real. It's just a simulation."
