"My hero," Valdis' unmistakably sarcastic tone comes from the darkness. The woman who rounds the corner is beautiful by human standards, carrying herself with confidence and poise, green eyes evaluating the man who had forced the beast into retreat. She retrieves her sword from the ground, the blade glows instantly at her touch, remaining illuminated even as she sheaths it, the red gem in the hilt pulsing softly with light.

"But I could have handled it." Given another minute or two that is.