Evisceration

In Elsabet’s mad flight down the corridor, trying to get away from Sebastian in the courtyard, she spotted a suit of armor. It was under a skylight displayed on her right.

Chavias’ old armor. Sebastian caught her eyeballing it from the other end of the hall. He recalled displaying it to honor Chavias’ many victories in battle against the demon force.

Elsabet sidestepped over to it, making her decision.

What in Ardae is she going to do with that?

There was zero chance of the massive armor fitting her. But it made sense as he saw her unbuckling the dagger and sword sheaths.

She slipped them over her shoulders and cinched the dagger around her waist. Eased by the familiar feel of a blade at her back.

Sebastian rounded the corner as she put them in place, chuckling. He

Comforted by tiny blades. It was amusing.

If she only knew I could bite right through them in my Primary shape.

He reached for her, but she took a long step, sliding from his reach. His laughter intensified. “You think now