"Don't move."
Ellie eyed the sword that was already inches away from her neck, her chances of surviving this encounter would depend on their difference in skill.
Putting a sword to the neck was effective against a lot of people but not someone of her level. The only time she would be in any real danger was if whoever it was was just as fast as her.
Still, there was a problem, she was unwilling to draw the attention of the clan head. If they were to clash… she would be obliterated. He was someone that would require the older elder phantoms to handle, she was nowhere near that level yet.
Ellie needed a way to escape and yet she could find none. She angrily eyed the flower that had most likely given her away.
The rock that the clan head had tossed, was it on purpose? Did he already know of her presence?
