"If you're just here to talk bad about my father's place, then i advise you to leave!" She replied, throwing the hunting knife towards his face with clean precision. Only being pierced into the wall by just an inch from his cheek, his head moving only slightly to the left to dodge the knife. "Oh? How terrifying. You'd do a lot on the battlefield." He says, the edge of the knife making a small slit on the side of his face. Blood trickling down slowly, but it wasn't red. It was gold.
^ Snippet from what changed, might post it soon
