Clayton locked eyes with the person who just saved his life. He didn't know how to feel, as he certainly wasn't so keen on owing favors to anyone.
"I want my sword back," She said, and it was none other than Arlene.
This young lady was deemed crazy by every inhabitant of the village, without discrimination, and he began to understand why everyone felt that way.
Granted, this was the first time ever she killed another human being, there was an intensity behind her eyes that nothing other than extreme indifference would explain. Indifference and madness sometimes were two peas in the same pot!
She was behaving like her normal self, her body tense, her left hand crabby, as that was where her sword was supposed to be.
"Arlene…" He rubbed his forehead, "You can have your sword back, you earned it, but do you realize what you just did?"
"I killed a bitch that you couldn't kill," She was quick to add, yet her face was calm, which hinted that she did in fact calm down.
