Lex felt her legs go limp, overcome with weakness, as his hands went to the wound, illuminating the place. The Lightbearer looked up at his attacker, when he saw the knife descend against him once more. Their eyes met very briefly.
Lex didn't recognize the face, but the frill on the cuff of his shirt.
Bertrand Duvignes.
"Damn sorcerer, you fooled us for a long time," the man murmured, before the blade of his dagger descended against Lex's face.
'So is it, everything ends in such a pathetic way?' Lex wondered in the infinitesimal fraction of time between one stab and the next.
Then, an unknown hand grabbed his attacker's arm, preventing the blow. Lex held his breath and took a few steps back, out of his panic and overwhelmed by the euphoria of keeping alive for a few moments more.
