08-20-2014, 03:35 PM
Giordano watched the struggle. He knew it all too well. The intoxication of the emotions. But she was stronger than he was, she pushed it away. Enough to focus. Clearly he had underestimated this untrained girl.
She asked again what he wanted. He'd answer this time with a sneer of his own. "I came to kill you."
She pressed the dagger into his throat and he laughed. "You are Atharim. You killed my daughter and I come to return the favor."
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Edited by Alex, Aug 20 2014, 03:36 PM.
She asked again what he wanted. He'd answer this time with a sneer of his own. "I came to kill you."
She pressed the dagger into his throat and he laughed. "You are Atharim. You killed my daughter and I come to return the favor."
Edited by Alex, Aug 20 2014, 03:36 PM.