"Your Majesty!"
The voices of those people behind the line sounded distant as time seemed to slow down. The sword was coming at my head and it was already too close to stop it.
My initial thought as soon as I realize this was to sacrifice my arm. Losing a limb was better than losing my life. Hence, I raised my arm without a second hesitation to deflect it. This wouldn't be painful, and even if it was, I would be alright.
As I prepared to swing my arm, which I believed the last time I would feel it, a deafening clang resounded in my ear. Time started ticking back at its normal pace as the sword flew away, piercing the concrete with the decapitated arm still holding on to it.
"Your Majesty, that is dangerous." I slowly shifted my eyes to the person standing beside me, wide-eyed. "Did you just think of sacrificing your arm?"
