The arm's sharp pain made Lyric Willow frown slightly. Carrying two people from such a distance and landing on a tree had put too much strain on her wrists and arms; she felt like her entire arm had dislocated.
Seeming to notice Lyric's unstable breath, Amanda Smith asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"
"Shut up." The pain worsened her mood. As an assassin, Lyric always cherished her body. Now, injured, she felt somewhat heartbroken and snapped fiercely, "Did you betray me?"
"Didn't you tell me to shut up?"
"Tch!"
Lyric's mood soured even further. She raced to the hospital's surrounding wall, and seeing the pursuers about to catch up, she gritted her teeth and shot out the fine titanium alloy as thin as a needle, hoisting both of them up onto the wall.
With a crack in the veil of night, Lyric Willow's whole arm dislocated completely.
Lyric groaned in pain and grabbed Amanda, jumping down from the wall.