*
Blinded with panic and confusion, Fareed dashed out of his tent with his dagger held tightly in his hand. The moment he did, a a colossal punch to his gut stopped him dead in his tracks as he doubled over. The man who had delivered the punch now towered over him, brandishing a dagger over him in the darkness.
"Take one more step, and we'll see what your blood looks like on this sand," the man said in a mocking tone. Fareed didn't miss a beat. He lunged forward, slashing at the spot where he imagined his neck to be.
The dagger cut into something soft and fleshy, and Fareed felt satisfactory as he felt the warm blood trickling down his hand. Not bothering to check on the man he had maimed, he stepped over him and hurried towards Noor's tent. He could hear voices coming from inside the
