The next day Cain went to Dolrig first thing in the morning accompanied by Gracie, she was with him to order her throwing knives. Even though it was a cold morning, Dolrig was beating the hell out of his metal.
"Are you inside?" Cain yelled from outside. "I'm not, return tomorrow!" A voice replied.
"Let's get inside, it's a bit cold," Cain said to Gracie as he opened the door. "You bastard I told you..." Dolrig immediately closed his mouth when he saw the girl behind Cain, yet there was something strange about her. She was about to throw something.
A batter knife flew right by Dolrig's face and took some hair from his beard. "Don't kill him," Cain said with a small arc of lightning running between his fingers. "You would have hit straight in the nose if I didn't diverge the shot."
