[Vander exhales—one part relief and one part pained sympathy. It’s never a pretty thing to take a life, and a wound like that is a terrible way to go. He watches her collapse to the floor, stepping back carefully and watching the dark blood pool beneath her.

It’s not until Amos calls out that he looks away from the grisly scene. His eyes trail to find his friend, curiously, perched up on the wall. He drops the spear he had pinned against his side with a clatter, then reaches with his unarmed hand to carefully feel that spot that she’d struck him. He winces.]

Gonna have a hell of a bruise, but I’m alright.

[He takes a step back, but keeps his attention focused more towards Amos and not the body only feet away.]

Probably a good thing you got her when you did. Wish we could’ve talked her down, though.

[The whole thing happened so fast, but… Shit. A victory like this hardly felt good.]