Another punch and the adrueth female fell from the open port, spinning into the waiting jaws of a passing Ig’Morruthen. A battle cry preceded a soldier, and I lifted my blade, blocking his strike. “Are you mad at me?” I called above the sounds of battle. Dianna snapped the neck of another soldier before turning toward me, her hands half raised. “What?”
An "are you mad at me?" in the middle of a fight sequence!!!!!!!
