Olga charged, knife in hand with blood dripping from his wound. He looked like a wounded knight, only that in this occasion, there wasn't any armor. He was going to get himself killed, and there was nothing I could do about it. Hazel's look was fixed on me, I saw his anger, his bloodlust. His rage burned like the fire that Ztafa set on the palace. Each moment I stood, looking at Olga brought me closer to my death. And that look on Hazel's face didn't seem like he even cared whether Olga was on the way or not. Infact, he only had his eyes on me.
As the horses approached, Olga jumped but he was too weak to make the height. Hazel's horse knocked him down but Olga quickly grabbed the reins of the second horse. The assassin drew his sword to s***h him but Olga struck first. He dug the knife in
