Lyra's POV
The medallion in my pocket began to glow brighter and brighter, shining through the fabric of the dress, shocking the two men beside me. They became more aggressive, gritting their teeth.
“Whatever it is in your pocket right now…” one of them said stretching out his hand, “give it to us and we will spare your life. You have no idea the kind of power you are wielding neither can you handle it.”
I squeezed the medallion even tighter than before till it's dug into my palm.
“Don't worry about that I'll take my chances.”
The other one behind me scoffed spitefully.
“Well, don't complain when we're done with you. At least we know that we gave you a chance.”
Despite their inflated eagles, they both came at me at the same time. I guess they knew what they were heading for because
