The Count and Asty

With a light thud, the nameless Night Hallow fell into the bed of grasses. A sleek, wet blade pierced by his lung withdrew, leaving him onto the ground gasping for air.

Asty slowly raised her head, her eyes blank and empty from confusion.

A man stood still behind the injured body. He proceeds to kick his frail figure away from Asty's line of sight and then chuckled.

"Stop whining. You won't die from a single stab."

Asty grabbed the speaker's leg and tightened her grip. "Why. Why did you do that? Just... why in the world, did you.."

"Oh come on," he replied. "I took the effort to rescue you and this is the reaction I get?"

Asty raised h