Myron's eyes were wide with horror.
In the flash of a second before the blade of Zayda's sword stopped his heart from getting stabbed through, he had felt his Sister's 'famed' killing intent and he had felt it directed at him for the first time.
This was nothing like an accidental hit that just happened to be aimed at a major organ...
"You tried to kill me!" he let out as he took multiple breaths to calm himself and let go of the feeling of fear setting in.
Myrine shook her head,
"Oh don't be so dramatic," she said.
"Dramatic? I felt it," Myron insisted, "I could have died!"
"Will you be calm? I knew Dame Zayda would get involved," Myrine said as she dropped her dagger-wielding arm and flexed it a few times to get rid of the numbness that she had been impacted with by making contact with a weapon rather than stabbable flesh.
"No, you didn't," Myron insisted as Zayda dropped her sword and stepped aside.
