Out Of The Blue

 "You think this is funny?" One of the men said, his voice menacing.

  Hazel swallowed hard as the edge of the sword was pressed against her throat, harder. There were five of them in her chamber, she could sense that much.

"What do you want?" She demanded.

"Shut up" her assailant said, pressing the sword hard enough to make her bleed. Hazel clenched her fists when she felt the warm, sticky liquid flowing out of the cut on her neck. If the men had been sent to kill her, she wondered why they were hesitating. Either way, she wasn't going to let them carry out their mission. She spun around so quickly, her assailant barely got the chance to defend himself.

She grabbed the sword and pushed her assailant across the room, sending him crashing into the wall with a groan of pain. The rest of the men rushed towards Hazel to attack her. She blocked and dodged until they were frustrated. She was pissed about the fact that they had the guts to come into he