And then he turned the hilt. The edge was now towards him, and the handle towards her.
"If you're scared of me, if you don't trust me, then weaken me too!" His eyes squeezed shut, voice cracking. "If I made you angry, take it out on me! I can bear it!"
This… lobotomite…
For some reason, she couldn't help but smile. From the instant he rose, she knew he wouldn't hit her, but this was unforeseen.
Quite the opportunity…
She took the sword from his hands; it was heavy in her sickly grasp.
Her teeth began showing as she slashed down.
"Sit down, you idiot,"
Wind whizzed past his visage, and the sword clattered to the ground.
The look of confusion on his face was priceless; her smile grew even more.
