Emma's POV
"Behind you. Stay close and take cover!" As I continued to fight alongside the guards, I noticed a subtle shift in their demeanor towards me. They nod in approval, offer words of encouragement, and fight in tandem with me as if I were one of their own.
But then, I faced off against a rogue who seemed different from the others. He was bigger, stronger, and more skilled, his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
"You're beautiful… what I pity that I have to scar that pretty face of yours," he smirked, and I could feel the danger lurking around as he lifted his sword.
I parried his blows, but he was relentless, pushing me back with each strike. I stumbled, my footwork faltering, and for a moment, I felt a pang of defeat.
The rogue sensed my weakness
