Ferethor turned back swiftly as Crystal threw the blade, so only the hem of forest-green cloak was caught by her sword. Ferethor gasped, but quickly recovered himself. Confidence! He told himself. The battle is half-won if I could sow doubt about her own abilities.
"I thought I warned you not to try any assasination attempt?" Ferethor raised his eyebrows, then smiled in a strange way. "If you are hoping that I'll slay you where you stand, I won't do so. Today. Learn to control your anger, lass, and you may live a while longer."
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