Thief Keeps Throwing Knives

[IsabellaRose]

Your fingers fly to the strap on your thigh, finding the familiar smooth hilt of another throwing knife. You can’t let him close the distance, not when he’s bigger, stronger, and armored. Not when you’re already breathing too hard, your heart slamming against your ribs like a caged animal. You yank the blade free, steadying your grip even as you backpedal, trying to gain ground. The knight snarls, his bloodied shoulder heaving, but his pace doesn’t slow. He’s fast, but you’re faster. 

You snap your wrist, sending another blade spinning through the air.

This time, he’s ready. His gauntleted hand jerks up, and the knife glances off the steel, clattering uselessly to the stone floor. His smirk returns, though pained.

"You'll have to do better than that, thief."

You don’t hesitate. Another knife is already in your grip, your fingers slick with sweat as you whip it toward his legs, his knees, anything unarmored, anything vulnerable. The blade bites deep into the gap beneath his greaves, and the knight stumbles, his leg buckling beneath him. Yes! You use the moment to run, dodging behind an overturned chair, your boots barely making a sound against the stone floor. Your lungs burn, but you force yourself deeper into the chamber, weaving through the wreckage of battle.

He grunts in pain behind you, but he’s not down. You hear the scrape of steel against stone as he yanks the blade free, his movements slower now, his breath coming harsher. You risk a glance back. He’s limping, but still coming. You’re running out of knives.

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