Albedo - Dogfight

When the order came down, Albedo took a tight grip on her halberd and flew off.

Her black wings fluttering, she soon closed the gap.

Startled by her rapid ascent, the man in the power suit turned away, movements rather stiff.

She tried to slam her weapon into the suit’s unprotected back, but just before her blow landed, it shot away—not back to the capital but headed south.

Albedo considered the lay of the land.

Nothing in that direction stood out as remarkable. Nowhere that would make for a good ambush.

Beneath her helmet, her scowl deepened.

Really, does he think we’re so blind we can’t tell what he’s after? Or…does he just think it won’t matter even if we do? In which case, I’d better be careful. She glanced back over her shoulder at the Nation of Darkness’s camp. She could see a small figure all on his own, looking up at her. She had her orders, but she was a tank. Her role was to protect others—especially her one and only master. Leaving him behind felt wrong.

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Volume 14, Chapter 4.1