Freya pov
"Now, let's play!" I said, and I got in a fighting position.
"We got ourselves a feisty one, boys! Just wait for us to finish with you. Then we will see if you still want to talk." One of them said, rubbing his hand on his bulging pants.
"Or maybe just let me finish with you, and you will not be able to move that hand at all!" I said, laughing.
"Are you dumb? Do you think you can fight us? You are one little girl, and we are a dozen or so. You don't stand a chance."
"We will see about this, rogue!"
The man's eyes were filled with anger, and he ran towards me with a knife in his hand. He throws the blade aiming for my throat, but I easily avoid it. The knife stuck in the tree behind me. I smiled at the man who was now looking at me, surprised.
"Not bad, for a girl!" He said
