In one swift move, I pulled the dagger out of the sheath. The delicate silver was pure and pristine… for now.
I charged towards Ormslang, aiming for the spot between his two shoulders. Stabbing him there would definitely hurt and it would be poetic too.
Lightning quick, he turned around and pushed my arm to the side, taking me off balance. I stumbled and the dagger fell on the wooden floor, just out of my reach.
I dove after the weapon, snatching it up from the floor and held it out with both hands.
He chuckled at my failed attempt, not distressed whatsoever. “So you want to kill me?”
“Shut up,” I warned him.
He shook his head and tutted softly. “If you’re going to use a dagger, you should know how to handle it.”
I knew he was taunting me in an attempt to regain control of the situa
