Esme.
He was totally locked, beautifully cornered.
He couldn't move, or stretch. Well, it's not like I was stopping him though. He could move, if he wanted to, as long as he was not afraid to have the sharp dagger digging deeper into his throat.
You see, in the position that I locked him in, his knees were connected with the ground, while I stood behind him, my dagger placed on his throat, and my knee locked on his spine.
If he tried anything funny, my dagger could either cut his throat, unintentionally, of course, or, I could just use my other leg, pull him back, and break his spine, effortlessly.
And yeah, it was not magic. It was a strategy. While he attacked aimlessly, I did so strategically, searching for an opening, calculating my moves, before attacking.
They had always
