You glance at Drazha and read the look in her eyes. She nods her head slowly and almost imperceptibly, acknowledging her support for what happens next.
With a speed that takes the guard completely unawares, you dodge away from the point of his spear and take a step toward him. Panicking, he backs away from you, only for his foot to get caught in the long cloak that hangs from his back. He falls to the ground with a crash, and you waste no time in stepping over him, wresting the spear from his grasp, and turning the blade toward his throat.
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