“That all depends Leather Licker,” Solanne said, snapping her fingers to dispel a brief flame. “Maybe I saved you cause you’re cute looking. No need to thank me of course. I’m sure you’d do the same,” she added with a wink.

Their happy reunion was soon cut short as a newcomer made himself known after John found his one of his sickles, the surrounding Velulu around them suddenly combusting into balls of rocketing flame. Then a swordsman with blade alight with burning passion leapt forward to greet them all. Solanne eyed the two newcomers with a smirk, crossing her arms.

“Flashy entrance, wouldn’t you say? Glad to see there’s another person copying my style. First Fire Eater and now you Knight Squeaker? Geez, I thought I was the only cool one with a fire sword.”

Still, the Crimson Hound appreciated the help of this Kelsier, even if he did seem like some stereotypical knight in shining armor. She watched with an impressed eye at how time seemed to lower all around them, the actions of the monsters now rendered meaningless.

“Oi, there’s no need to treat us like kids Knight Squeaker. Pretty sure I’m older than you anyway, y’know. Right. Seems like we’re getting new comrades every day. Shall we get going then?”

She then hefted Duster onto her shoulders, casting a grinning look over at John.