Myron's lips were tightly pursed not only in anger but in fear that opening his mouth would have the dagger blade stabbing deeper into him than it had already had but in his eyes were not the look of a defeated man but rather the look of a resolute Knight who still had confidence that he had one card up his sleeves.
And sure enough,
Myron clenched his fist towards his sword and the weapon twitched on the ground before flying up into his tight grip. The sequence was half a second long and so fast, that a majority of eyes were unable to follow.
Myron swung his sword and parried his sister's dagger away from his mouth before leaping and delivering a knee strike to her jaw which sent her staggering a few steps back. She was so stunned, that she left one of her daggers in his body and her hold of the other was so loose it neared falling out of her grip but she quickly shook all that off when she felt Myron dashing toward her.
