'She's fine.'
The thought ran flat and practiced, the same groove it had been cutting since the fight began.
Black Fang was simply too strong to die.
[Soul Reaper] drove at the seam between Ragnar's shoulder and neck. The blade bit shallow, and the scratch sealed before blood fell.
"Your elf girls are pretty, even I can admit that much." Ragnar's grin stretched past what the taut skin should have allowed. "When this is over, I'll give them to the same boys who had your snake. I can't wait to learn if they will hold their dignity as good as she had."
Fire blazed through [Soul Reaper] and the next strike hit the fused chest plate hard enough to stagger Ragnar half a step, magma detonating in a spray of sparks that scored a line twice as deep as the last.
It still sealed in two heartbeats.
And the gap Quinlan's overcommit left was wide enough for Ragnar to drive through.
