The brass plated sword fumbles in Lathia's hand as Tibult hastens his pace. She takes a step back to give her more time, however Tibult notices this small movement and smirks at her as he flips his silver plated sword in the air. Lathia's back hits against the arena wall and Tibult quickly closes the distance.
"Just say the three words Lathia, and you won't have to die." Lathia spits in Tibult's face and he presses the sword into her neck drawing blood.
"To die would be better than to live with you." She croaks out as his eyes flame.
