Things could certainly be better.
Despite the little stature… That Imp sure could throw!
Feeling the air sail through her hair her brain was frozen for a while as she tried to compute what just happened. Another factor brought a chill to her as she realized something she didn’t have the time to understand previously.
<That Navy & Zandman both must’ve been following me but for how long have they been doing so and how… No, if that Navy is Jeeves it’s not that surprising but… Wait! I have more important things to worry about! Holy shit I’m going to end up as a pancake on the wall and go down as the most embarrassing death of a hero ever!>
Reaching the ‘apex’ of her parabolic curve she found herself slowly lowering in height as she felt that nothing about this job was easy as it was meant to be! Currently the sheer momentum when she lands - inside a wall or on the ground - would likely turn her insides into a fine liquid.
Not only this but she still didn’t understand anything about what was going on around her!
<Wait… Momentum!>
One could practically see the lightbulb light up as her forcefully opened eyes gleamed with understanding. If this was a dangerous situation because of the momentum she was building up then…
With her new understanding that she was a bit of an idiot her momentum quickly declined which allowed her to finally close her watery eyes and pull in her sore lips with a bit of a pout.
<Of course I can’t die from impacts like that… I fucking control momentum, dumb so dumb!>
Soon pulling her legs in front of herself and arms behind she touched the ground after passing through the foliage. With a simple bending of the knee’s into a shoulder roll she had a soft landing with no complications.
However, she did have crimson ears as she remembered her worry.
It was akin to an Ifrit being worried over getting a sunburn!
<Luckily nobody was around to->
Suddenly she felt a ‘thump’ of something slamming against her back as two familiar arms wrapped around her back. The cute little face rubbing against the crevice of her back while her hands felt up and down Eel’s abbs.
From that milky vanilla scent she was addicted to it was easy to guess who it was.
“M-Milly!” <Eel>
“Mmm~ you're safe…” <Emily>
To that soft voice filled with relief and openly displaying Emily’s anxiety… How could she do anything but let the girl quietly hug her back? Eel just let out a soft sigh - feeling the heat of embarrassment from her breaths as the blood from her ears gradually fell down onto her cheeks.
“Of course I’m safe - I’m a {Hero} after all~!” <Eel>
“Mmm, hehe~♥” <Emily>
<Ah, the sweet bell of serenity makes getting pelted across a couple miles okay~♥ I don’t even mind she’s rubbing her tail against my butt~!>
Eel just enjoys the sweet melodic giggle of her very own personal ‘best girl’. Soon said serenity was robbed as the thumping of armoured boots gave Eel a shiver as she turned over only to see a familiar paladin.
“Emily, what’s up, why ya suddenly run o- Oh! How the hell did’cha get here?!” <Fuka>
“A strange little man picked me up, whispered about some secrets I’m not allowed to know to me and then smacked my back~!” <Eel>
The Fuka who was running towards her paused for a solid section mid jaunt, staying perfectly still as if time was frozen, before going on as if she heard nothing. Deciding with determination that sometimes it was better to not say anything.
“So ya managed ta run away from them sub-dragons fine?” <Fuka>
“Nope~!” <Eel>
“Wait! Then how’re ya-?!” <Fuka>
“Fufufu~ I killed the Green Bastard but then a OP walking armour with a double-cross-guard sword spear tried to execute me! I mean, when I say OP, I mean ‘could totally level this country by herself’ OP! Even though she was only toying with me since it was only the suit of armour and it hardly moved much despite her being fast as lightning! Literally~!” <Eel>
It was time for Fuka to be frozen again as even Emily joined in this time.
Both just slowly turned their eyes back to the storm clouds in the far off distance and then back at Eel. The same Eel who had a smug smile on her face as she basked in the glory of nearly being killed and killing her bitter enemy for attention!
It almost seemed like she wasn’t just on the verge of death.
This sudden realization caused the sensitive Emily to tense up before shivering - hugging Eel even tighter than before and even clinging onto her back like a bear cub - refusing to let go even when it seemed like Eel was about to tip down at the sudden additional weight. Eel of course didn’t mind being hugged by a cute girl though so just moved her right hand back to softly pat Emily’s head.
“W-wait what? How are you alive then! No, scratch that, how come you don’t even have a scratch on you! Oh… Right, regen-” <Fuka>
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<Didn't expect her to be dumb enough to actually jump me though...>
And, with that thought they were on their way.