Speed B5C2

"Speaking of!" Blake pointed ahead and my attention was caught by a figure scrambling to fight off two lizard-like Grimm, Gekans. It was a dark-cloaked figure wielding a long knife in one hand and with a bow in his or her back. The latter was useless since it looked like the Grimm had gotten the drop on the person.

My hand fell instinctively to Crocea Mors and I bunched my legs. Before reality came back to me, that was. It was with a frustrated sigh that I forced my hands to let go. I couldn't interfere. Not yet.

"It's your call," Blake said, now a little closer and crouched on the wall fifteen metres away. "I can get to them quickly but it'll still take a few seconds."

I swallowed nervously. "Why am I the one making the decision?"

"Because I'm the faster one. I can get there if they need help."

That didn't really answer my question – or explain her reasoning – but such thoughts were torn away when the beleaguered Hero howled in pain, their leg having been slashed. My eyes widened. "Blake, go-"

"HA!"

Something fell from the roof nearby, or from a second-floor window. It landed on one of the Gekans and dragged it down, saving the first's life.