"Call your pet off, right now!" She shouted, her voice stern, and her sword neatly positioned in front of the neck of who she assumed to be the Summoner.
There was a lot going on right now, and even though his body had done wonders healing him, so intensively to the point where even his headache, and double-vision was gone, Clayton still struggled to understand what was happening.
He rushed here fully intending to fight the Basher Basilisk, and yet, a woman, one that he would never expect to help, had caught a Summoner, presumed to be the master of the Basher Basilisk. Clayton knew that much. He had heard about Summoners and what they were capable of, but when he saw Esmeralda holding the assumed Summoner hostage, he was stunned.
"Why is she helping me?" He asked himself in a whisper, "She must have an edge."
