Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
"I never thought that a human would be so troublesome. Run now that you still have time!"
The creatures were coming closer. Rabonna was about to fell.
She was a warrior and she lately found pride on it. In fact, he'd seen criatures brought out of the worst of nightmares attack, stab and even main her and she was barely standing, having to concentrate just into surviving, her body almost out of control but she would keep fighting.
Something akin to a giant tentacle broke the wall.
"My sword! Where is my sword?"
He pondered for a moment. He'd hid in plain sight for almost two years. Mostly just observing while the entire continent dissolved into a bloody carnage.
But only for the last two days he'd made plans. Weird and impossible plans. Because, what he could possibly do? He wasn't supposed to interfere. He was a stranger. She was not even among the strongest of them. Why, for goodness' sake, it had to be her? He had met literally thousands of women, why her?
Then, he remembered his father's words, just before he was assigned that easy mission.
"You make so much fun of such things as feelings. I wish I could be there when someone finally pierces your armor. It will be interesting."
He would be laughing at the top of his lungs, of course.
"Who are you?"
Don't think. Act.
"I am sorry I lied to you."
"What?"
He took her sword. After all, he'd already sealed his own fate.
"My name's Anhur, Clarice. Nice to meet you."
He charged, feeling the rush of energy channeled through his body and mind and ignoring the shouts of the guards.
"He is crazy!"
But the warriors outside felt somebody was amiss almost immediately.
"Is that... Yoki?"