…Fast.
That said, simply judging by what he could see of her movements, he felt that she would be fine. Even though the terrain was rough, the weight she carried enormous, and her speed like lightning, she seemed completely unaffected by the environment, and her movements were steady and smooth. As long as she didn’t do anything too reckless, she should be just fine.
…Before long, she vanished from sight. Watching her race toward the enemy, the others cried out, perhaps in confusion, perhaps in anger. Either way, that didn’t last long.
“Incoming!” someone shouted, as the trees shook unnaturally and the presence of magic drew near.
Finally, that which had followed them for so long had revealed itself.
“Ma- Mazoku… It’s the Mazoku!”
It was unclear who shouted first because this panicked cry seemingly escaped all their mouths at once.
“So you’re…”
The Mazoku.
One of the reasons which had brought him to this world.