I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He grinned at her glare, knowing he’d drawn some malicious ire and becoming all the more amused by it. Watching as she ducked away from his impending strike, his brows arched as she deigned to come around –
And he’d permit it.
The blow to the ribcage was minor, but it left an impact for her. While he could feel the tip of the training blade press against his jacket, his bones, it meant very little – such an injury, had it been real, would’ve justified the means and pain, because now she was in very close quarters. “Always think ahead,” he murmured, then laughed again, intending to make a point.
Making no maneuver away from her motions, he aimed his edgeless dagger directly against her neck.
And he’d permit it.
The blow to the ribcage was minor, but it left an impact for her. While he could feel the tip of the training blade press against his jacket, his bones, it meant very little – such an injury, had it been real, would’ve justified the means and pain, because now she was in very close quarters. “Always think ahead,” he murmured, then laughed again, intending to make a point.
Making no maneuver away from her motions, he aimed his edgeless dagger directly against her neck.
DEIMOS
