Remilia's POV.Where did you get that?”, he growled. His voice overlapped with a deeper, hoarser one. That of his wolf. I settled into my stance against him. “It doesn’t matter, Eryndor. Stop what you’re doing now.” “Give it to me. Now.”I wasn’t scared to use it and I knew he could see that, but he came at me anyway. I should’ve been able to defend more easily, should have been able to match him more easily. But the truth was that my desire for truth held no candle to the evil desperation of a power hungry man. He moved with practiced speed and grace, dodging each one of my attacks and still managing to get in hits despite my having the superior – and only – weapon. I knew it was over when as the blade sliced across his face, he leaned in, instead of backing away. In a flash, a stunning blow cracked against my skull, blackening my vision and sending me slumping. My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping
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