Fraya
Rage. Pure and utter rage is all I feel at the sight in front of me. I don’t think, don’t stop to shout at Donahue to get out of the way. Instead I let the wind push me as I run, appearing in front of Alexander within a blink of an eye, one of my daggers to his throat while another stops his sword as it descends. “Stop Alexander.” I command, but his eyes are on Donahue as he lifts his sword again to try and cut through me. I move out of the way as his sword descends again, spinning around to stop his sword again as he strikes a third time. “I said stop!” I scream but he lifts his sword again, ready to strike again. “Enough! If you touch them, I will f*****g burn down this world and every other to avenge them.” I threaten. Alexander finally seems to register who is in front of him, w
