No swords, at least. Just bare fists and many bad ideas.
Natalie blinked. "Is... is that okay? They seem to be very angry and hurt!"
Sylvaris sighed, resting her forehead against the window frame. "Those two get along like oil and water. If we're lucky, they'll only bruise each other. If we're unlucky, they'll level a building or so…"
Another thump followed as Ayame managed to tackle Iris into a barrel, shattering it into splinters. A loud squawk from a terrified chicken echoed somewhere nearby.
Natalie couldn't help it. The sight of these two was just too ridiculous for a woman who had spent her last two decades living in a forest and the last few months in chains. As such, she sputtered by instinct, after which she swiftly moved her hands, covering her mouth to avoid laughing.
"Should we... stop them?" she asked.
