Kael worried.
The worry didn't show on his face. His body reacted instead, shoulders subtly tightening, stance shifting a fraction to keep his center ready. The kind of micro-adjustment that came from being tossed off cliffs for "training" until reflex replaced thought.
He might look intimidating and all, with his stature, especially with how short the person looked, the fragile weak woman who's wounded and hungry might look like easy prey.
But he knew far too well to never judge by appearance. After all, this is the tower, prey and hunter switch role almost all the time.
If she was able to kill that many people, then Kael was nothing more than a flick of effort for her. He was level 1 after all, never leveled up his stats, and was currently not wearing his leather armor, nor had his gauntlets on him.
He was wet, half-naked, and standing in front of someone who smelled like she'd been near too much human blood for comfort. Kael didn't like any of those variables.
