Chapter 11: Ailis, Part 6
"You're feisty, I fancy that." The man bent over himself as he pushed up with difficulty from the weight of his excessively heavy garments. There was still a thick language barrier between the invaders and the clan, but over the years Ailis had learned enough to understand the guard's meaning behind his words, laced with a tone when heard brought bile up to the back of her throat.
As he slowly stepped forward, attempting to intimidate her with his threatening manner, Ailis prepared and steadied her footing and kept her eyes on her enemy. Suddenly he lurched and pinned her to the wall. Ailis couldn't move her arm to get the dagger in a good spot to penetrate through the layers of rich, quality fabric. His foul breath was hot on her face, and he laughed haughtily
