My hand, shaking uncontrollably, reached for the fallen knife on the ground. I didn’t have much time. I needed to end this now.
I gripped the blade with all the strength I could muster, my vision swimming as I slowly turned toward Ironfang, my arm shaking under the weight of the weapon.
I concealed the blade in my sleeve, then turned my attention to Ironfang.
“You won’t hurt her!” I shouted. Despite the dizziness and fear I stood tall, keeping my chin up.
He turned back to me and took a moment to look me over, then he sighed. “This really is a shame,” he said. “So much promise. If only you knew how to take an order.”
“Never,” I replied, smirking slightly. “I prefer to give the orders.”
Ironfang’s laugh echoed in the room, but there was a hint of uncertainty in
