She couldn't help but glance at his face that had not even an iota of fear of death in them. Unknowingly, a curiosity to know more about the demon, budded in her heart. Suddenly, she saw the demon cough out a mouthful of blood and try to supress the pain by grinding his teeth.
The sword-bearer at some point unable to get away from the grasps of the shield-bearer, plunged his half-broken sword onto the shoulders of the latter. Pain like that could make one flinch or even give up midway; nonetheless, Simon did not allow his stance or his lock to break and steadily carried the sword-bearer towards the edges of the cliff.
"Are you alright?" Lucine asked, her tone had unknowingly become a little softer when she saw him hurt.
"Doesn't matter if I get hurt or not, I must throw him onto that bottomless pit" Simon roared hoarsely in determination.