Lyra
"Behind you. Stay close and take cover!"
As I kept fighting right beside the guards, I noticed a subtle change in the way they looked at me. They nodded in approval, tossed me quick words of encouragement, and moved in sync with me like I was truly one of them.
But then I came up against a rogue who was nothing like the others. He was bigger, stronger, and far more skilled—his sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
"You're beautiful… what a pity that I have to scar that pretty face of yours," he smirked, and I could feel the danger rolling off him as he lifted his sword.
I parried his blows, but he was relentless, driving me backward with every strike. I stumbled, my footing slipping, and for a split second I felt the sting of defeat.
The rogue spotted my weakness
