The spear tore through the air with terrifying speed, its sharp whistle cutting through the wind. A strange glow clung to its blade, carrying an unsettling aura that seemed to exist somewhere between life and death.
"Someone's looking for a fight?" Ethan muttered, twisting his body aside.
The spear shot past his face by inches. Before he could even turn, a figure followed the weapon, catching the end of the shaft in midair and using its momentum to swing the spear straight toward his side.
"Hey, lady, I'm just passing through!" Ethan stepped aside again, avoiding the attack without even drawing his weapon. Only then did he get a proper look at his attacker.
She was a woman dressed entirely in red, wearing a light cuirass that offered more freedom of movement than protection and a short leather skirt beneath it. Her expression was cold and focused, her eyes fixed firmly on Ethan as though she had already decided he was her enemy.
