"Good fight there, little chap..." the brown-skinned man said, offering a hand to Cassian.
Cassian, still in the midst of healing, had patches of raw, burned skin rapidly regenerating before their eyes. The sight left the two Second Circle warriors momentarily stunned—watching as flesh knit itself back together at an unnatural speed.
"It wasn't," Cassian muttered, his expression tinged with irritation. He had been seconds away from being swallowed whole by the damn snake if not for the warrior's timely intervention—her hammer splitting the serpent's head open just in time.
Only then did Cassian finally catch a break, allowing his body to heal.
The same woman who had saved him stood nearby—tall and burly, her wild brown hair flowing freely like a lioness's mane. She was the very definition of a brute-force warrior, the kind who relied on sheer strength to crush anything in her path.
