The hilt of Kirin's dagger fought to slip free from Kirin's grasp. Blood from her arm had dripped down her arm to the palms of her hands from a gash on her shoulder. It was her dominant arm, the one she had been using to swing the heavier short sword, but the injury had made her strikes too weak and shakey to be effective. Only three minutes at the most had passed since Kenni had escaped through the window with Evalynn and Kirin had intended to follow before her escape was cut off by Edgar.
For a man who relied on cheap tricks, Kirin was surprised by Edgar's swordsmanship. While there was a clear gap between them that favored her, he had managed to nip her several times. She couldn't say the same, however, as the burly man assisting Edgar had made it impossible for her to properly strike
