"You're like a cat Lucy,"
"Cat?"
"Yep…"
What is that even supposed to mean.
Ignoring Mia's random statement, I looked at the next commander, who was struggling to fight multiple enemies simultaneously. He wasn't facing a singular strong opponent, but he was facing multiple on the mansion's second floor.
It was Elijah. About 6 feet in height, stubby black hair, dark brown skin, well-toned muscles, and majestic purple eyes. They looked like a calm nebula even as he struggled against the 15 guards who ganged upon him.
Even though Elijah knew he was at a disadvantage, he continued to press on while letting the members around him take out the small fry.
The 15 guards he was fighting weren't as strong as the guards Abigail and William fought, but they were still stronger than the small fry.
CLANG
