The fear was noticeable, especially to someone who knew and understood it so intimately.

"Okay. Okay," he said breathlessly. He started start to run with her in a sort of loping, sideways trot so he could keep an eye on it. "I'll keep an eye on it, just keep moving."

If she wanted to run instead of him killing it, they'd run.

This was her demon, for whatever reason it was her demon, not his. He only had a few things that could truly terrify him and most of them were not the kinds of things they'd put in the arenas.

So they'd run, and if they couldn't escape it, he planned on being the barrier between her and it.

A barrier with a very, very pointy spear.