AMELIA
Father, help me protect my people.
With all my strength, I ran with the sword on my side gripped by both of my hands. The director aimed at me, swinging it right into my neck. It was merely an inch away before he could separate my head from my body. All my hopes were slowly fading away.
I sucked in a breath. Chills ran down my spine as I ducked, deflecting the blow, and slammed my foot on his knee as hard as I could.
When I heard a c***k, I knew I had broken it, and it would slow him down a little bit.
He shrieked in an animalistic kind, and he staggered and fell on his unaffected knee. Then I stood up and screamed as I jumped high to point the tip of the sword on my neck, but I missed it. I stabbed it on his shoulder while he swung his sword around.
Then he twirled his wrist
