Guardian

Amanda's presence outside, seemingly unharmed and calm, was a stark contrast to the chaos of the battle she had just faced. Victor narrowed his eyes, studying every detail of her posture, every nuance in her demeanor. 

Amanda seemed too calm, almost indifferent to the corpse of the monster before them.

"Thank you for today, Victor." Amanda said, still stroking the dead bear's gray fur. "It's a shame it's over so quickly."

There was a disturbing softness in her voice, as if the creature's death was only a minor setback.

"Amanda," Victor began cautiously, "how did you get out of the cave without me noticing? I was sure you were in there during the fight."

She finally turned to face Victor. There was a slight smile on her lips.

"I didn't leave the cave, Victor. I was here the whole time, watching. You fought well. You must be stronger than you look."