"That cutlass…" Nala's heart sank, she didn't expect that strange weapon to be so sharp. Her knight's sword was something granted by the king. Although it wasn't exactly a precious treasure, it was still a fine article of craftsmanship. Normal knights families would even be able to use it as an heirloom.
And yet it was cleanly cut in half with a single slash, that really was a bit too much.
"Although I will not kill you because of the ancient covenant, please give up resistance" Smick's voice was floating indistinctly in the air, making it so that no one knew where he would appear next to end your life: "I will hold you captive until the end of the war"
"Dream on" Nala narrowed her eyes and finally began to take him seriously. A faint pressure began to awaken on her body as her originally blue pupils turned into golden vertical pupils, her fair throat also moved ever so slightly, as if some sort of internal structure was changing.
