Zierra wrapped her arms around Soren's waist and whipped him out of the way as I grabbed the wooden sword and ripped it from the young man's hands. We jumped back from each other and he glanced me over a bit before a devilish smirk grew across his face.
"So he really did hire the Mistress of Death to protect him," the quiet and timid voice he used before was gone and instead he sounded exactly like he looked. Cold, detached, and a little crazy. "I'll admit I was hoping I would get to fight you."
"Zierra," I reached behind me and grabbed her wrist but never took my eyes from my opponent, "take Soren to Kari and Lyon. Tell them what happened and do not let Soren out of your sight."
She grabbed my wrist in return and squeezed it. "You better not lose to this kid, Sapphyre."
I smirked. "Don't worry, this will be done before the party's over."
