Third Person's POV
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Bachel’s voice boomed, shaking the entire building. The bloodshot eyes of the two women were enough to send shivers even down his back. It was a sign that he made the right decision. The hand of the young man tightened around the neck of the high priestess, her veil long forgotten on the floor.
“Why do women like to make so much noise?”
Even as he spoke, Amaya launched from beside Bachel, weapons raised, heading for the throat of the one who held onto the high priestess.
“AMAYA, NO!”
It happened in an instant. One of the many statues in the hall stretched its hand to catch Amaya and squeezed her in its hold.
“Tut, tut, tut. How could you forget the rules of the hall of commons? No fighting. And here I thought you used th
