The thrown Night Owl traced a parabola towards the oncoming crowd.
Whether it was knights or adventurers, everyone's gaze was focused on the distant Shadow Demon. Nobody cared about the currently weak and helpless Night Owl falling into the crowd.
Except for her three teammates.
Tier Three Magic - Wind Surge!
A gust of wind, wrapped with grass leaves, lifted the Night Owl high into the air just before she hit the ground.
Gall, who was lunging forward, lept up and caught Night Owl in mid-air. His muscles bulged under his armor as he curled and arched his back, his greaves plowing two deep trenches into the grass at the edge of the square, stubbornly preventing Night Owl from receiving any further harm.
Nova dashed over, placing his overlapping palms on Night Owl's severed hand. A healing, emerald glow seeped from between his fingers.
Night Owl, seeming not to have lost consciousness, managed a wry smile when she saw her teammates.
