As soon as she spoke, his dagger was already in the throat of the approaching enemy. Xie'er really wished he had his sword in a time like this, but he did miss how up close and personal that fighting with a dagger brought.

He missed the adrenline rush and he could feel the feralness returning that Yifu tried so hard to tame. It didn't help now he had no one holding his leash and how much this war reminded him of his childhood. The part that Yifu never knew he went through.

He already lost count of the people he killed.

"Climb onto my back. I'm going to take us to a spot where it's easier for us. We're loosing too much ground here," Xie'er stated after a while.