Watching the petite figure carrying him, Alka had never imagined Chadite as a melee fighter. It completely contradicted her delicate appearance. Who would have thought such a beautiful and cute girl would fight with her fists?
"That punch just now was awesome," Alka suddenly remarked.
"Really? Hehe." Hearing Alka's compliment, Chadite smiled faintly, a little pleased.
After a short while, Alka felt he had recovered considerably and seemed able to walk on his own. So he said, "Put me down. I think I can move by myself now."
Upon hearing Alka's words, Chadite stopped and slowly crouched down. Seeing Alka still looking a bit strained, Chadite moved to help him.
Alka waved his hand; though his legs were still somewhat weak, it no longer hindered his ability to walk. After a couple of steps, he felt back to normal.
He turned to look at Chadite's back; her white sailor uniform was completely soaked with his blood.
