Xion noticed Noxian's sneaky movements. "What are you doing with the robe? It will dirty your hand if you touch it."
Xion's robe was really very dirty. With mud and blood caking up on each other, it was truly not a good sight.
Noxian never cared about such trivialities. However, he didn't say anything in return. Just that the strength of holding the robe increased slightly.
Feeling that the boy was calm, Xion let him be. He finally had time to gaze at their knight captain.
The knight had not come out of this unscathed. His arm, still bleeding from an earlier wound, was a clear indicator of just how much he had endured.
Ray had used a cloth as a temporary bandage, but it did little to nothing to hold back the crimson seeping from the flesh and trailing down to the ground.
Even then, the knight was still holding a burning torch in the same injured arm while grabbing the sword in his dominant hand.
