Jealous? That's ridiculous

She leaped onto a wooden crate to gain height, her eyes quickly scanning the battlefield. Time seemed to slow down.

Her movements were a blend of brutal martial arts and supernatural grace, each gesture maximizing efficiency.

Two daggers left her hands simultaneously, piercing the skulls of two jackals that collapsed like disjointed puppets.

She jumped off the edge, her legs locking around the neck of a third jackal in a deadly scissor hold. A sharp crack echoed—the spine gave way under the pressure. Landing, she pivoted, avoiding a bite, and plunged a dagger into the heart of a fourth opponent.

The Paladin, protected by her armor, held her ground, but she was less effective. A jackal slashed her shoulder, the armor absorbing the blow, but she staggered. Yara intervened, slashing the attacker's throat. "Focus, kid!" she barked. "You're not here to dance!"