Noctisardor Bypass the last few drops from the holy grail

Mercifully, the immense gladiator stayed his hand. A good thing for Anselm — who was more tracker than fighter.

Anselm could not help the charged energy that shook his body. He watched as the man glanced from Heda to him, and back again — just his flat stare alone was enough to send Anselm’s fur rippling.

He and Heda were hardly on good terms — but in that moment, Anselm felt a strange kinship towards her as she bent to Etienne to check his breathing - any port in a crisis.

At this point, Anselm’s quivering breath was all he could summon in answer. He too was bewildered — for different reasons — and felt a sense of injustice stiffen his spine as he looked from friend to foe, waiting for the gladiator to answer for why his friend was now face first into the dirt and battered.