Samantha's eyes glazed ominously at the whispers of his command, and she advanced forward.
Hundreds of vines that took the colors of charcoal, coiled behind her like serpents eager to strike. Their malicious aura could not be ignored, and Ivan knew he was torn between having to fight the woman he loved, or losing his life to the woman who made it a will for him to live.
Her grip was firm against the hilt of her blade, and the only sound she could perceive was Marius's orders to show no mercy. Her vision was veiled, she could hardly make out the tall figure in front of her, but there were whispers that made the vague figure out to be a nuisance, and the nuisance was also an enemy.
'Show no mercy.' echoed continuously in her head.
