“Tch...” Lambia growled as she and Mercuia faced off in the center of the horde, the rapidly milking sheep moving past them every second, “you’re pretty strong yourself.” “Thanks!” Mercuia grinned, small gusts of wind wrapping around her wrists, upper arms, and hands, “but this is pretty hard to do. It’s taking a lot of energy just to do this, y’know.” “...Why are you telling me that?” the female bounty hunter asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “No, it was fine,” Lambia replied brightly, “it’s been awhile since I’ve fought a pirate as straightforward and fair as you are.” “9!”